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Tom Ford
Royal Üye
Yaş: 26
Kayıt: 16.05.2003
Mesajlar: 4183
Şehir: İstanbul...
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önce türkçe ye çeviricem diye başladığım ama sonra yan geldiği çin vazgeçip direk orjinallerini yollamaya karar verdiğim,arşivimdeki hikayeleri bu başlık altında paylaşmaya dewam edicem...ingilizcesi olmayanlar kusura bakmasın...
HUMILIATED BY MY SISTERS FRIEND
I got an experience what will give you a stiffy. I was sitting at home on the floor of my living room, when my sister and four of her friends cam in. I always sat on the floor when I heard them come in. I tried to act as if I always sat on the floor because I found that comfortable. They would sit on the couch very often, and rest their feet on the table right above my head. Every time they did this, they had no shoes on, because it was a policy at our home that you pull of your shoes at the doorway. When my sister and her friends would sit on the couch, I would lay on the floor beneath them and watch TV, looking at pretty young feet that were covered in socks or were bare.
One day, my sister brought a couple of her friends in to the house on a hot day. Same as usual, I would lay down on the floor, with my head near the table, hoping they came in to watch TV, so I could get a peek at their feet. They came in, and my sister wanted to go swimming instead, but their was this one girl that said no, and came in and sat down on the couch. I knew her name was Amanda. She was a pretty 14 year old girl, but she already was arrogant as hell. She was the most gorgeous looking girl in the group of friends that my sister had and you could see she was going to be very good-looking when she was older. She also clearly was the leader in my sisters group, everyone followed her. Amanda was 2 years younger than me. (My sister was also 14 BTW)
I looked up, and I saw a pair of gorgeous feet covered in white socks. She had a very short light blue jeans on and a yellow top. I could see her feet up close because she rested them on the table, just centimetres above my head. I could almost smell her feet. I was changing the remote while leaving it on the table above me. While I did this, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her feet, which were now only about 15 to 20 centimetres away from my face. She wanted something else on, so while I wanted to put the volume higher, Amanda tried changing the channels with her socked foot while my hand was still on it! She kept pushing my hand into the remote then she used both her feet trying to change the channel. I moved the remote with my hand to keep her from doing this (although I liked it) and now she suddenly started bumping my face with one of her feet and said a little irritated “Hey!” She kept bumping my head with her foot and said: “Give me the remote, Rick!” (that’s my name). I moved it a little further away so it was unreachable for her feet and after I did this, I turned my face towards her. Then she looked at me, and suddenly put her foot right on my nose and said “Give me the remote!” I played it off and moved my head away from her foot about 5 seconds later, even though I loved every second of this!!
I now moved the remote back towards her, so she could now reach it again with her feet. But while she again put one of her socked foot on the remote, I moved it away again, so it was out of her reach for the second time. Of course I only did this just to get her feet back in the direction of my face. She now yelled at me: “Rick, you f*cking jerk!” And while she said this, she reached out to get the remote off the table. The moment she had the remote in her hands, she bumped the side of my face hard with one of her feet. She kept doing this several times, and after a few times, I acted as if I lost my balance while sitting below her and I moved my head down to the floor for a second.
Luckily she immediately put both her socked feet on the side of my face, directly on my cheek. She now had me covered both ways: Both her feet where on my cheek, while my other cheek was pushed on the floor by her feet. I grabbed her leg softly trying to make her believe I wanted to get out of this position. But she said: “Stay down!” while she pushed my head hard into the floor. I decided to give in to that order, also because I was very aroused because of this position I laid in. I kept looking at her feet while I was down on the floor. After about 20 seconds, I grabbed both her bare legs again with both my hands, trying to make her believe I wanted to get my face out from underneath her feet. While I did this, I turned my face around a little bit, while still having both her bare legs in my hands. I acted that I did this just to get myself free, but I actually wanted her feet to rest on my upturned face.
I couldn’t believe it, but while I turned, I actually succeeded to get her feet directly on my face. Amanda pushed her feet down pretty hard, just as I was turning my face a little. I was now lying under both her socked feet with my face turned straight to the ceiling. Amanda now rested her socked feet with the heel on my mouth and her toes over my eyes!! I couldn’t see anything, but I still managed to keep my right hand on her leg. With this hand I still “tried” to pull her foot off my face (but of course that actually was the last thing I wanted her to do!). While I softly was pushing her leg to the side with my right hand, I suddenly felt a hard punch straight on that hand of mine. She probably hit my hand with her fist as hard as she could! It really hurt! I immediately let her leg loose and rested both my hands obediently on the floor on either sides of my body. When I did that, Amanda probably saw that I had given up and pushed her feet a little harder into my face for a few seconds, while she said: “That’s better!”
I now lay on the floor, with both of Amanda’s feet completely covering my face. Amanda sat comfortably on the couch with her in white socks covered feet on my face. I now fully smelled the sweet odour of Amanda’s feet. They smelled a little bit sweaty but because it were the socks of Amanda that I was smelling, I found it unbelievably arousing!!
I heard her switching the channel to a girlie show that was on, and I just kept laying there. She set the volume a lot higher while I kept smelling her socked feet. I had a total boner by now and I felt like by dick was ready to explode. Every other minute or so, Amanda moved her feet around on my face a little bit and positioned them back on the same place. My eyes stayed covered during this. After about 5 minutes, Amanda suddenly moved both her feet off my eyes and placed her right foot on my mouth, with her toes under my nose. She now looked down on me, and I looked up to her. She now said with a smile on her pretty face: “Are you enjoying yourself down there Rick?” I looked up to her and in a last try to hide my arousal I carefully grabbed her bare leg with my left hand (the hand that hadn’t been hit by her) she pushed that hand away with both her hands, and when I grabbed her leg again, she pushed her right foot very hard on my mouth, while she hit my left hand hard with her right hand.
This hand now also hurt as hell, she must have hit it directly on a muscle. I couldn’t believe this girl could hit so hard! I now completely gave up, and rested both my hands on the floor again. She saw this, and got an even bigger smile on her gorgeous face. She now turned her face towards the TV again, and continued to watch the show that she was watching.
I had her the toe part of her right socked foot on my mouth and her left foot on my cheek and I couldn’t clearly taste the light-sweaty odour of Amanda’s feet. While I was inhaling and tasting this humiliating odour, I looked up at Amanda’s face, which was looking at the TV. I kept looking at her like this for about a minute. After that, Amanda looked down again and covered my face and my eyes again with her white socks. I lay underneath her pretty little feet like this for about 20 minutes. I did not move an inch during this period and Amanda would just wiggle her feet up and down my face occasionally.
During these 20 minutes I had a tent pole in my pants every second I smelled Amanda’s gorgeous feet. Suddenly, after these 20 minutes, Amanda removed her feet from my face, and walked away to the door. While she did this, she didn’t even look at me anymore. Amanda must have seen them coming, because the second that Amanda walked to the door and opened it, my sister and her friends biked into the backyard. I wondered why they were home so early again. Amanda said hello to them and walked on to the metalled backyard on her socks. The same socks that I had been smelling and tasting for the last amazing 20 minutes.
While I watched Amanda talking to my sister and her friends, I hoped that she didn’t tell them about my humiliation beneath her dominant feet. I still had a complete hard-on from the best experience I had ever had. I decided to go up to my room, cause I didn’t dare to stay there and see Amanda again, just after she had made me into her lowly footstool.
I stayed up in my room until I knew for sure that everyone was gone, except for my sister. I came down and tried to figure why they were back that early. My sister (Rebecca) said that the tickets for the swimming pool were sold out, so they biked just went to get some ice-cream, and after that they came back. I also wanted to figure out if Amanda had said anything to her. When I casually asked my sister about that, she said: “Amanda said that you two watched TV together and that she had a good time”. I was relieved to hear that and said “Oooh…okay” Than my sister said: “Why do you ask?” Than I replied: “Never mind, just curiosity”.
After this day, I didn’t dare to look Amanda in the eyes anymore during the following weeks. I kept admiring her sexy attitude and her pretty looks from a distance though. I kept looking at her pretty feet, remembering the wonderful and amazing time I had underneath them. I often jerked off thinking about that unbelievable time Amanda used my face as her footrest. Even months later, when I finally got the courage to look towards Amanda again, I was still imaging the best minutes of my life.
I always brainstormed about the fact that Amanda had said that she had a good time. I wondered if she maybe really had enjoyed dominating me with her feet. I often thought about asking her if I could be her footstool again, but I just was too scared. Unfortunately, I never got the chance to relive my best (and only) foot-experience ever.
Amanda is now 17, and I’m 19. She has a boyfriend now, and I have girlfriend. She still looks as stunning as she looked back then, only 3 years older. And now, I still fantasize about that one remarkable day that all my deepest fantasies became realized. I still regret that I did not ask her to humiliate me again with her feet, but I just didn’t have the guts back than, and I certainly don’t have them now. I fantasize of how good my foot-experience could have been when I wasn’t so scary. Anyways, I just HAD to write this story, with the purpose of getting my best experience ever written down on paper, for fellow footlovers to enjoy, and to be jealous of me!
THE END
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Tom Ford
Royal Üye
Yaş: 26
Kayıt: 16.05.2003
Mesajlar: 4183
Şehir: İstanbul...
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dewam...hikaye 2
DARLENE'S 17 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER
I'd known them for years, Mike and Darlene; hell I was even best man at their wedding a little ways back. Mike and I were already good friends when Darlene came along, and over time the three of us became inseparable. Mike was my age, 36, but Darlene was a little older, maybe 38 (who knows for sure), but god was she a knockout! Not an extremely petite woman, but incredibly curvy- you know the type. Brick shithouse with all the right trimmings. Curly blond hair that cascaded down her shoulders, full pouting lips, nice round bosom, and legs that could choke the life out of you. All of which held my attention of course, I am a red-blooded horny fuck eighteen hours out of the day (even horny fucks get some sleep), but what completely captivated me were her feet. I would do anything I could to even catch a glimpse of them when I was visiting their house. Sometimes the four of us would be hanging out watching a movie (did I mention yet that this stunning woman had a teenage daughter? I'll get to that in a minute) and I would miss everything on T.V. because I would constantly be shifting my gaze to her precious feet. She always seemed to be rubbing them together, or stretching her toes, or bouncing them off the edge of the couch- that was the only show that I was interested in! Once I got close enough to smell them right after she had taken off her shoes and I swear I almost passed out because I was so delirious from the aroma. At that moment I wanted nothing more than for her to look down at me on the floor, take my head between her two stinky soles and just start slapping the shit out of me, laughing while she ordered me to lick them between each smack. Alas, that scenario never presented itself through the years, but something did happen one night that irrevocably changed my relationship with Mike and Darlene, and it never even involved either one of them. It was Darlene's daughter Lorraine that did me in, and I'm telling you, to this day I still haven't fully recovered. Believe it or not, I never even saw it coming. Now, Lorraine was Darlene's seventeen year old daughter and apparently had the fortune of acquiring all of her mother's good looks, and leaving out the minor parts of her mom’s body. (She wasn't Mike's kid- she came from Darlene's first husband). Lorraine looked a lot like Darlene, although she even had a much better figure than her mom. She had a superbly formed tight ass and a completely flat stomach. Her breasts were almost as large as her moms and they were perfectly in proportion with the rest of magnificent body. Lorraine was, all in all, a complete knock-out babe!! What turned me on most about Lorraine however was not her beautiful looks, but rather her attitude. Every time I came over their house she looked me over as if I was some piece of shit that she had stepped in; she rarely spoke to me except to tell me to get out of her chair or something, and I, in turn, never felt the need to be friendly with her, but, in some way, her high-class attitude turned me on. Where Darlene was soft spoken and charming, Lorraine was crass and immature. I knew she had many friends, because I heard from Darlene that Lorraine and her friends always went out and stuff like that. The few times that Lorraine was home when I came over, she usually kept to her room, coming out only to eat, watch a little T.V. and give me hostile glances. Yup, Lorraine was a real bitch, the kind of bitchiness usually reserved for these very attractive women who know they can pretty much get whatever they want. Lorraine exactly fitted that, so her personality aroused me to the extreme. Once in a while I would be looking at Darlene and her feet, completely wrapped up in self-indulgent fantasies, and from the corner of my eye I would become aware of Lorraine staring at me from the other side of the room. Whenever I would glance in her direction she would slowly roll her eyes to the ceiling and then watch T.V. again. I would wonder if she had realized what I was doing, staring at her mom and everything, but before I would start to worry about it Darlene would begin her foot show again. The flexing and stretching and bouncing put all thoughts out of my mind and again I was transfixed. Every time I left Lorraine was already locked away in her room, any thoughts I had of my visit were of visions of Darlene's delicious feet dancing in my head- soon to be remedied by some serious whacking off when I got home. Thus was my routine- I must admit I felt guilty at times, for the most part the only reason I would hang out with Mike these days was in the hopes that Darlene would be around. Fuck it, I figured what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
One night I got a phone call from Mike, asking me to come over. They live about three blocks away and usually I walk it, but since it was raining I decided to hop in my car. On the way, like I usually do, I wondered if Darlene was home and whether she would be barefoot and whether or not I would ever get the chance to lick her feet and so on. As I pulled up in their driveway I noticed a couple of suitcases on the front porch and a taxi parked out on the street. I wondered what was going on when Mike suddenly burst through the front door.
"Brendan, buddy- need a favour!!"
Before I could respond Darlene was at the door and it was obvious she had been crying all day. Apparently something serious had happened and despite the circumstances I could not help myself from glancing down at her feet. Boots. Damn. No foot show today.
"Hello??? Did you hear me Brendan?"
"Huh, oh yeah" I stammered. I didn't hear a word. Shit, how long was he talking to me? God, I'm completely obsessed with this man's wife- man look at her! Even in tears she still looks radiant. I'm a pig. I can't help it. Mike, I'm in love with your wife and I want to suck her feet 'til my dick falls off. What do you think?
"...so we need you to watch the house for a little while. Darlene's mom isn't too far away, about twenty miles up 80 I guess, right hon? Anyway, we shouldn't be more than a few hours but we won't know until we get there," Mike finished up. "Can you help us?"
He looked at me and I looked at him and then I looked at Darlene. She tried to smile through the pain that she was in and it kind of snapped me out of my haze.
"Of course, man, of course. I'll stay here as long as you need me to," I said. "Call me as soon as you can, let me know how it's going." I could only surmise what had happened since I was in fantasy land while he was explaining it to me. One look at Darlene told me it was serious though, or serious enough. Mike grabbed the bags and was heading towards the taxi when Darlene approached me, gently placing her hand on my cheek.
"We appreciate this Brendan, my Mom is in hysterics since Dad went into the hospital," she spoke softly. "There's food in the fridge if you want it, and well, you know, just make yourself comfortable." She subconsciously caressed my cheek as she spoke and I struggled mightily to suppress my raging hormones. Finally, she smiled again, and turning towards the steps began to make her way out into the rainy evening. When she got to the cab door that Mike was holding for her she looked up towards the house and peered through the drizzle.
"Lorraine won't be home for a while, Brendan. She's at a friend's house. She knows what's going on and she said she'd rather be somewhere else. When she gets in have her call me, o.k. hon?" Darlene waved afterwards at me.
"No problem," I replied, and waved her goodbye. As the cab sped away I wondered how long it would be before the little beautiful bitch made her way home. Typical of her to leave her mom hanging in a time of need. I decided right then to give Lorraine a piece of my mind when she got in. I always wanted to do it anyway, now I had a reason.
As I strolled through the door into the house I decided to watch a little T.V. Right after I grabbed something to eat - Mike and Darlene always had more food than I did. After I loaded up a plate I headed out into the living room and eased back into Lorraine's chair. Here is where I wanted to be when she came home, daring her to say one rude or sarcastic thing to me so that I could tear into her. As I started eating, my eyes wandered around the room and from underneath the couch I noticed the toe of a slipper peeking out. Holy shit, that's Lorraine's flip-flops! I remember that I saw here wearing them once some time back! My heart began to skip a beat and my palms got all sweaty. I was in love with Darlene’s feet, but something in Lorraine (I think it was the combination of beauty and arrogance) actually attracted me likewise, or maybe even more!
Oh, the things I could do with that flip-flop! Part of my brain told me that it was wrong, it wasn't something I should be doing, but eventually my need for Lorraine's feet won out. As I stood up I began to feel light-headed, anticipating what I was about to do. I floated towards the couch and bending down, gently picked up Lorraine's pink flip-flop. It had a high and think sole. It were almost platform flip-flops. The kind of flip-flops that were very popular at the time among the teenage girls, and very sexy indeed. Touching it made my head spin again, and as I brought it to my face I could see how well worn it was on the inside. Waiting as long as I could to prolong the pleasure, I slowly brought Lorraine’s flip-flop to my nose and inhaled. Oh my God, it was heavenly! Old foot sweat filled my nostrils and immediately sent waves all the way down to my already bulging cock. Wasting no time I quickly undid my zipper and grabbed my dick, pumping it as I sniffed and licked at the insides of Lorraine's flip-flop. Completely oblivious of my surroundings, I began to whimper and moan as the taste of Lorraine's teenage feet washed over my tongue. Right as I sensed I was about to cum I faintly heard a noise from the back of the house.
Fuck! Lorraine's home! The bitch fucked me again! In a panic I threw the slipper halfway across the room and quickly hiked up my pants. Just as I was sitting back down Lorraine shuffled into the doorway.
She looked a little bit hooker-ish, as usual, but very beautiful .Her hair was in her face and it appeared as if she wore little or no makeup. She was modern dressed, and I got even a bigger hard-on when I saw her gorgeous appearance from a distance. She had a perfect figure, and I was in total ecstasy when I saw her well-formed tight little ass, but for some reason I briefly wondered if this girl has ever even seen a cock in her lifetime, much less have one inside her.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
Now like I said, I was anxiously awaiting the moment that she came home so I rip into her about leaving her mother when she needed her and all that shit. Somehow though, mostly because my heart was still in my throat over almost being caught with my pants down, I just couldn't find the words. A bead of sweat rolled down my brow and I barely found myself able to make eye contact.
Lorraine raised her voice a little more. "Well?!?"
With all the composure I could muster I managed to croak, "Your mom wants you to call her." I looked away as soon as I got the words out.
I could feel her staring at me even though I couldn't see her. Finally she slowly exhaled as if annoyed, and I could hear her mutter "dork" as she walked away and into her room. A moment later music boomed through her walls. As I eventually began to relax a bit I started to become angry with how I handled the situation, and feeling bolder by the minute I got up and made my way to her room. The door wasn't locked and I firmly pushed it open.
"You want to turn that down a bit Lorraine?" I said with a tough guy voice that I had lost moments ago. I realized that I had never been in her room before and I suddenly felt like an intruder (teenage girls and their privacy and all that.) Lorraine probably wouldn't be any different, but I felt capable of handling any lip that she decided to dish out on me. The music was louder in here, but I heard her reply all the same.
"Get the fuck out of my room, faggot!!" she screamed. She was lying on her bed on her stomach with her feet up by the headboard, and as is my nature my eyes were drawn to her feet. She was barefoot, apparently she had taken off her boots as soon as she came in. At that moment I could not remember a single time that I had seen her without her shoes on, she always had those damn things on. Just that one time that I saw her bare feet in the pink flip-flops I just licked, but than I didn’t have a good view than, and that was almost a year ago. Now I saw her bare feet clearly and I could not tear my eyes away from her naked and of course, just like the rest of her body, beautiful feet. They really were beautiful, absolutely flawless, at least from this vantage point. I tried to think of a way to get a closer look. Lorraine repeated herself.
"What are you, deaf? I thought I told you to get the fuck out of here!!!" As she yelled she arched her feet, and I knew that she inherited this trait from her mother. They both had perfect feet. I stood there dumbfounded by this discovery, and no matter what common sense told me to do, I could not move. Finally, she picked up one of her boots that she had just taken off and winged it at my head. I stood there and watched all of this happen, and even as the shoe bounced off my chest it took me a few seconds to gather my wits enough to quietly creep out the door. I heard her yelling at me as I tried to make my exit.
"Before you leave, pick up my boot and put it by the other one," she said. "You should not have been in here so it should never have been moved." When I hesitated she yelled "Do it!!" As soon as I saw her feet all reason left my mind. I should have been furious with her for everything she had done up to this point, but because of her feet and her beauty I could not stand up to this seventeen year old bitch. I hated myself for not having any self-control but I could not fight the feelings that she had stirred up. I decided that the quickest way out of this with some small scrap of dignity left would be to just do what she asked (demanded, she demanded it) and put her boot back by her bed. Don't look at her, don't look at her feet, put it back and get the fuck out of here. I wondered when the hell Mike and Darlene were coming home. Would Lorraine tell them any of this? Jesus. As I approached her bed she got off her stomach and sat down on the edge with her feet hanging over the sides.
"Good boy. Place it gently by the other one."
I could feel my ears burning as all the blood rushed to my face. She was humiliating me and I was letting it happen. Careful not to look at her, I put her boot down by the other one. I became aware of the smell of her feet, I couldn't tell whether it was from her shoe or if it was coming right from the source. Her feet were mere inches from me now, and it took every fibre of my being not to steal a glance at them. Right as I was about to get up, her right foot flew up in a blur and connected squarely with my jaw, sending me sprawling backwards. As I lay crumpled in the corner of her room, she slowly picked up her legs and laid back down on the bed.
"You can leave now," she said.
Glancing up at her I got up and left the room, closing the door behind me. What the hell just happened? The whole thing seemed so surreal to me that I needed proof that it really did in fact happen. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the
mirror. My upper lip was starting to swell, right where she had kicked me. I looked at my reflection, still in disbelief. What kind of man allows a seventeen year old to completely emasculate him? The thing was though, I could not argue with my dick, and I had a hard-on from the moment she started barking at me. It was her surprisingly beautiful feet that got me even more aroused, yes, that much was certainly true. But when she ordered me to put her shoe back, I was entranced. I could not say no to her. The thought of Darlene finding out about this makes me sick. God, I hope Lorraine stays in her room.
I left the bathroom and settled down in the living room. I turned the T.V. on to try and forget about what had happened. An hour later I had myself convinced that what took place wasn't really all that bad; maybe Lorraine was just goofing with me. Maybe she was in a bad mood or something, her grandfather's sick isn't he? Teenagers - who knows. Unfortunately, no matter how much I rationalize, I can't deny how much I had liked what she did to me. My aching balls remind me. Suddenly Lorraine's door swings open and out she comes, I can hear her feet slapping on the kitchen linoleum as she gets closer to the living room. My heart is racing again. Don't look at her, ignore her, maybe she'll go away.
"What are you doing in my chair, asshole?" she quips. I look up to see her looming over me and again I am speechless. Before she can say anything else I get up to give her her chair, but as soon as my back is turned she places her bare foot on my butt and shoves me to the floor. "Not quick enough, sorry. And by the way, since my mom isn't around for you to drool over, you're gonna have to start doing what I tell you to do, WHEN I tell you to do it! Do you understand me, or are you too stupid?" Looking up into her gorgeous and sexy face I see nothing but disgust, this girl really can't stand me. Slowly I nod my head.
"No... tell me you understand me," she says.
I didn't respond because I didn't trust the sound of my own voice. Lorraine makes her way to me and with her hands on her hips, stretches out her leg and plops her foot down on my head, clasping a knot of my hair with her toes.
"See, this means yes," she says slowly, rocking my head up and down with her foot. She unclenches her toes and brings her foot forward. "And this means no!" With her foot now positioned on the side of my face she whips it sideways, slapping me with the top of her foot. Before I can react she brings it back, slapping my face with her sole. She repeats the procedure three more times until I manage to squeal out that I understood.
"God, you're pathetic," Lorraine said. "I always knew you were a little worm...coming over here and annoying the shit out of all of us." She glared down at me for another minute and then proceeded to sit down in her chair. My face was stinging like crazy from her blows, and all I could do was lay there before her, waiting to see what she would do to me next. I was completely under her mercy, and she knew it well enough. Whatever pride I had left as a man, a man more than twice this girl's age, had almost entirely vanished. I could do nothing but give in to it.
Lorraine picked up the phone on the table beside her and began to dial. When she finished she snapped her fingers at me and motioned for me to come sit beside her, down at her feet. When I stood up to do so she covered the receiver and yelled "Crawl over here doggy!" I got down and crawled. I was tingling all over from the degradation she was putting me through; I could not recall a time when I was more sexually excited. And it was all for the amusement of this gorgeous teenage bitch.
"Hi mom, it's me. Yeah, I just got in." As her words hit my ears I suddenly froze about two feet away from her chair. Oh no, not Darlene! What the hell am I doing? I got to get out of here!
"No, I'm fine...I don't know why you asked him to come over," Lorraine looked into my eyes and sensing my panic, stuck her foot out and shoved all five of her toes into my mouth at once. I then felt her toes hooking into my teeth and gums and slowly she started to drag me towards her as if she was reeling in a fish. When she had me next to her chair she pulled her foot from my mouth and rested it on top of my head. I could hear Darlene's voice over the phone now, and all I could do was to sit there in agony, the taste of Lorraine's foot still fresh in my mouth.
"Yeah, he's right here...hold on." With that she handed me the phone and smiled wickedly, daring me to do anything but what she wanted me to do. With an extremely shaky hand I grabbed the receiver and put it to my ear. "Hello?" I said. "Darlene?"
"Hi Brendan, yes it's me. Just wanted to tell you again how much we appreciate what you're doing for us and...what? Brendan, hold on hon..." Lorraine had both her feet propped up on my head now, and was rocking them back and forth. When she realized that her mother had gotten off the phone for a moment, she began to slide them down towards my face. Still fairly greasy from being in her boots all night her feet slid easily across my forehead until they came to rest, one on the phone still by my ear and the other one plastered right across my face. The heel of her left foot was stoppered by my bottom lip, which she kept pulling down until she had wedged it in my mouth well enough for her to sit there comfortably. Of course I complied with this completely, I tried not to move at all so she could have a decent footrest.
A moment later Darlene came back on the line. "Uh Brendan, it doesn't look like we're going to be making it home tonight. Nothing serious here, I guess I just don't want to leave my mother alone. Would you mind terribly if I asked you to be a dear and stay at our house until tomorrow?" I didn't answer because of the foot in my mouth. "Brendan?"
Being cautious not to disturb Lorraine I managed to mumble "ummhmm."
After some hesitation Darlene asked me to put Lorraine back on the phone. Looking up at Lorraine I pointed with my free hand at the phone, but she wouldn't budge. She just looked at me with a mixture of mild contempt and growing irritation. Finally she reached down and, plucking the phone out of my hand, placed both of her feet on my face and absentmindedly started to kneed my face with her toes. I was completely enveloped by her glorious feet as she roughly pulled and tugged at my skin, the smell of her feet being transferred onto my face as she played with it. I could feel her toenails making tiny scratches as each one dug in over and over. Quickly, Lorraine ended the conversation with her mother and hung up the phone.
"Well, footstool, looks like I'm stuck with your perverted ass!" Lorraine announced as she pushed me with both feet onto my back. "Mom seems to think I need a grown-up to watch me 'til they get back. What she doesn't know is that the only thing that you'll be watching is the bottom of my nasty feet!!" She stood over me now, one foot on either side of my head. "Maybe, if you're a good little boy, I might even let you eat my toejam later!!" With that last insult she bent down and slapped me across the face twice. The night was just beginning...
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Royal Üye
Yaş: 26
Kayıt: 16.05.2003
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THE LAW STUDENT
The first meeting:
At 39, I have accomplished most of the goals I had set to accomplish
several years before. I was a respectful professor in a very well known school, had a nice family, a nice home and several nice cars. My life was full and interesting. In most respects. Mr. Perfect? well..., not quite. My weak point was latent in my complete admiration of women, which more often than not has led me into almost embarrassing situations. I was not admiring women in the main stream way, that is, sporting pseudo gentle maniac behaviour, courting and making shrewd jokes to get the other side into bed. No Sir. My admiration was meek, submissive, servile, supplicant to degrees that I was almost astonished to find existing in me. If a woman looked good to me, she could enslave me on the spot. And that, gentle readers, was my weak point. Many clever women had exploited that weak spot of mine before,
and I sure hope that many will continue to do so. This is a story of one very special young lady who has come to learn my weakness, master its origins, and take full advantage of it for her own benefit. Looking back at the erratic chain of events, perhaps it was a greyish Monday morning, when Amanda first walked into my office.
"Professor, may I come in?"
A sweet, girlish voice was waking me up from my morning coffee time.
"Uhm, yes, do come in"
I replied. Amanda stepped in. My eyes, trained to look down in the presence of a female, immediately spotted her blue maryjanes, and then her shins just above
the white socks, and then her shapely and lightly muscular calves. All that took just a
tiny fraction of time, and most women would probably not notice anything unusual. But Amanda's reaction was overwhelming. She extended her right leg slightly forward and said
"Like my new socks? I noticed you were looking"
I was caught. Just like a novice, like a little boy, an untrained child. That young lady immediately saw through me. I had to explain now.
"Actually I was -- my 15 year old daughter asked me to buy her some
socks".
"Only 15 and she already has her Dad buying her socks for her?"
Asked Amanda, in a slight superior tone. Less than 30 seconds after she
had stepped in, I was already feeling degraded by her. I loved that feeling. It made me feel yummy. Avoiding an answer (I am sure she knew the answer right there and then), I offered her a seat, and something to drink. Amanda sat down on the comfy chair I had reserved for my guests, sipped her coffee, and put her left leg on her right knee.
"Let me get straight to the point, professor. I need a tutor, and I need it now. I am aware of the department's policy of group-study encouragement and all that,
but I don't want to share at this time any ideas with the other kids. I need to study on
my own, only I need some guidance. I was hoping that you could recommend a good tutor for me."
I knew that we had no tutors for advanced courses, but nevertheless I gave the usual stunt of calling the secretary and inquiring about any available tutors. I felt wrong about this, but that was all I could do. When I told her that unfortunately there
were no tutors available, she said:
"I was hoping that you would be more helpful. I don't think Dr. Brown would like it, but if that's how it is, then....."
DR. BROWN, came the name like a hammer. Amanda Brown was her name, Dr.
Brown was the Dean, could it possible be that.... YES! Amanda Brown was the Dean's daughter, and she sure was using it now.
"Well come now, Amanda. I am sure that we will be able to work something out..."
I mumbled. She replaced the order of her legs, now her right leg on her
left knee, and said:
"That's more like it. So I get to have you as my private Tutor for free?"
She already calculated everything, much sooner than I did. Effectively,
she had enlisted me to her army of tutors. I wonder how many professors she had
working for her. My eyes were caressing her shoes, when I almost whispered,
"I guess I can find some time for you, Amanda..."
"Very good. Shall we start tomorrow? I like to study at dawn. I shall expect
you at my cabin by 6:30 a.m."
She got up, wrote something in her notebook, and looked at me critically. She was acting like a true employer, having me catering to her whims. Thus the critical moment had arrived. Amanda, a beautiful young woman standing in front of me, patronizing me, her professor, strictly calling the shots. If I say YES now, then that's it. I am hers. No way back. I can still resist now, and deal with the Dean later.
But I chose not to resist. Another glimpse of her calves was all it took.
"As you wish, Amanda. I will be at your cabin tomorrow morning."
"See ya "
She said, and left without further ado or thanks.
B. Professor shoelicker is born
Amanda's cabin was secluded from the rest, just at the edge of a nice forest-like area. As other Law students, she shared the large and comfy cabin with one more Law student, a girl named Cindy. It was a typical girls cabin - bikes thrown outside, plenty of junk on the large wooden porch. A nice living room with cloths scattered
everywhere. Both girls coming from affluent families, they had all the electrical gadgets to make life easy and comfortable. I approached the cabin, climbed the three steps to the porch, and approached the door. Right next to the doormat (which instead of the usual "welcome", had "professor" written on it), were a pair of blue maryjanes. Possibly the pair Amanda wore before. I looked at my watch. It was 6:26. I still have 4 minutes, I thought. A woman's pair of shoes always caused my knees weakness. I looked around. Nobody in sight. I knelt, and passed my tongue on the surface of one of the shoes, then the other. I started licking the shoes, while my erection was growing steadily. Just when I felt it was time to call it quits, the door was opened. I froze. To my horror, I heard a voice. It was Cindy's voice:
"Professor Johnson, we were expecting you!"
To my amazement, I saw Cindy leaning on the door, holding a camcorder in her left hand. She called back -
"Amanda!, your professor is here, exactly in the position you said he would!"
Suddenly it was clear: Amanda has set me up. She planned all this. She
knew that her maryjanes next to the professor doormat would be a winning combination. She had Cindy film my supplication in front of her shoes. I heard Amanda's footsteps as she approached. I was beginning to rise, when Amanda said in a firm voice,
"Stay on you knees, professor, just where you belong."
I remained on all fours, eyes on the floor. Amanda came out. I was able to see her
white sneakers. She removed the doormat and said to Cindy
"Now we have the real thing. A real doormat professor. Professor Johnson here will do exactly as we say as long as we wish, for if not, we will have the video sent over to the Dean's office, and poor Professor Johnson will have to look for a job elsewhere, but naturally, not within the academic framework."
Amanda said all that as a matter of factly. She approached her blue maryjanes. By now she was standing next to me, hands folded on her chest. She nudged her
maryjanes with her sneakers.
"You did not really do a good job with these, did you, professor Johnson, or should I call you, professor shoelicker?"
My ears were red from humiliation. It was clear that both coeds were immensely enjoying this ridiculing of me. I thought about what to answer when I suddenly felt Cindy's foot come down on my neck
"Answer Amanda when she asks you a question!"
commanded Cindy and her foot pressed down my head into the floor.
"No, Amanda, I guess I did not"
Cindy stomped on my head firmly.
"You are not to call her Amanda. She is Goddess Amanda for you, and I am Goddess Cindy. Is that clear, professor shoelicker?"
And her foot stomped on my head once more.
"Yes Goddess Cindy. Thank you for correcting me Goddess Cindy"
I grovelled.
"Goddess Amanda, please forgive me for an inappropriate conduct. I
believe the Goddess' shoes are not clean yet."
"So what do you propose to do about it?"
Asked Amanda, amused.
"Please, Goddess Amanda, please let me shine them properly".
"I think I will grant your request shoelicker, but I would like to see
you do it with both hands around your back."
With Cindy's foot still on my head, I took my hands back, and crawled
to Amanda's maryjanes. I started licking them clean, making sure that all the
small mud-grits and dust pieces attached to the sides and soles were cleaned. All this time, Amanda was standing right above me, and Cindy still had her foot on my neck, shoving me into Amanda's shoes. After about 3 minutes, I spoke
"Goddess Amanda, I believe your maryjanes are clean now."
"They sure do look clean now, shoelicker. Now that we have you, we will
not require our old doormat. Let's see how you fit in our door. Get yourself over
there!"
She commanded. I crawled on my belly toward the door.
"On your back!"
Commanded Cindy. I turned on my back and above me were these two young
and beautiful domineering girls. Amanda placed her sneaker on my mouth and began smearing it over my face, as she would do on a real doormat. After a few seconds my face turned black and sticky with the dirt of her sole. Then came her other sneaker. Then came Cindy's sneakers. By the time they were done with me, my face had turned into a gooey black mat. I was extremely aroused by all this. Amanda put her sneaker on my chest, and said
"OK, professor shoelicker, now we shall study a little. Don't go anywhere!"
They both went inside.
"Come inside, professor shoelicker, I am waiting for you!"
I could not figure out if I was supposed to get up or not, so to be on the safe side, I crawled on all fours inside, like a dog. Amanda was sitting on a nice rocking chair, holding her books. She pointed at her feet:
"Here, professor, crawl to my feet. I need a footstool".
I crawled to her feet. I laid on my belly, and she put her sneakers on
my head.
"Now we need to set up the rules straight.
1.In this house, you will never rise from all fours. You will be either wriggling
on your belly, or crawling on all fours.
2.When I or Cindy call you, you will crawl to our feet , and present
yourself by kissing our feet.
3.Whenever you come here for tutoring me, you will serve as mine and
Cindy's slave, cleaning, cooking, laundering for us as we please.
If you fail to do any of the above, your video will be on the Dean's desk the following day. Now, you can of course choose to loose your job if you wish. But if you wish to keep it, and be my doormat, slave, private spittoon, my bootlicker, my servant whom I will humiliate and degrade as I please, you will now turn on your back and beg to lick my shoe sole."
As I was listening to her soft voice and feeling her sneakers on my head, a blissful atmosphere occupied my cognition. I was at peace, under her sneakers. It felt right that this young, assertive, beautiful and clever young lady should have me as her footstool. In a moment of emotional outburst, I licked the floor, chewing in the
dust, taking pride in the fact that these dust grains came from her shoe soles, or Cindy's shoe soles. I turned onto my back. Amanda put her right sneaker next to my ear, and her left sneaker she raised several inches above my face. Her strong calve was apparent just above me, sending into me jisms of new arousal, like electric bolts. Her legs were so perfect. Her face was so pretty. She seemed like a true Goddess. There was no escape from my Predestined humiliation under the feet of this goddess. I begged,
"Please, Goddess Amanda, may I please lick you shoe sole clean? Please
allow me the high privilege of cleaning your shoe in the only way appropriate.
Please, Goddess Amanda."
Slowly, she lowered her shoe onto my mouth. I started licking her shoe
sole hungrily. Accepting my faith with warm love. If at that moment she
would put her shoe on my neck and choke me to death I would die a happy man.
The Law Student Part II
by JRUG
Amanda and Cindy teach the professor some manners in a coffee place.
It was an early Wednesday morning. I hurried up to Amanda's cabin.
She can't stand wasting time on waiting for tutors. I arrived
at her door exactly at 6:30 a.m, and just as I do every morning,
knelt down, held my hands behind my back and my nose on the floor,
waiting for the door to be opened. Usually I would wait several minutes
before either Amanda or her roommate Cindy would open the door
for me, and then I would quickly crawl in. Not to waste time,
I kissed the floor reverently, taking pride in the fact that the
very same floor has been treaded not long ago by the powerful feet
of Amanda or Cindy. Finally the door was opened.
"Good morning Goddess. I came to offer you my humble knowledge"
I recited my line, and then advanced my nose slightly forward, to
where I expected Amanda's foot would be placed for me to kiss.
A soft white sock was covering Amanda's foot this morning. It was
so lovely. I kissed it quietly although I wanted to lick it violently.
I was extremely submissive in front of Amanda. During the several
weeks that I had been tutoring her in her Law studies, she had transformed
me into a total boot-licking, grovelling, submissive foot-stool that I had become.
And she did it so elegantly, as if carelessly, as if her superiority was part of
nature's design. Or was it really? Here I was, about twice her age, crawling on
all fours at the height of her calves, my eyes completely transfixed at her
legs, waiting to be ordered around like a slave, willing to go all the way and loving
every second. So perhaps that is how nature intended it to be.
"Get me a cup of coffee and we shall start"
Ordered Amanda. I crawled to the kitchen and prepared one cup of coffee.
That was the only time when I was allowed to stand up. I returned with the coffee,
knelt down, presented the cup on the small table beside her, and resumed my servile
position at her feet.
She placed her socked foot on my head, and we studied for a while,
her asking question, and I, replying. Then she said:
"Today I have an assignment for you. You will accompany Cindy and me
to a coffee place, where we shall demonstrate our total superiority over you
by completely humiliating you in front of everybody, reducing
you to dirt under our feet. This will enforce the recognition that
I believe you have already began to acquire, of your inferiority
to me. Now thank me for this and quickly fetch my shoes.
I kissed her foot reverently, uttering:
"Thank you goddess Amanda, for letting me absorb your teachings.
You are a true ruler of my soul, and I cannot imagine...."
She lightly kicked my face.
"You are getting carried away, slave. Now fetch my shoes! Don't forget to
handle them properly."
I crawled quickly to her bedroom. "Handle them properly" meant to
carry them between my teeth, just as an obedient doggy would do.
I crawled back to my beautiful young mistress, carrying her maryjanes
between my teeth. She presented her left foot forward, and I put
one shoe on it, and then the other shoe on the other foot. She got
up, and went to phone Cindy, stepping on my head on her way.
My nose was momentarily crushed into the floor. The pain was not
too great. It was rather sweet, coming from Amanda's legs.
Amanda talked a few minutes on the phone, powdered her nose,
and we were on our way out. We used her nice path-finder, a new
toy her father bought for her. I was ordered to lie down on the floor,
my face very close to her foot on the gas pedal. The view was terrific, and
the feeling was great too - she seemed so much in control, of both me and
the big car.
When we arrived in the coffee shop, I was allowed to stand. On our
way, Amanda explained that the trick was to reduce me from a seemingly
normal person to a grovelling defeated bootlicker. I was not given
all the details of the plot, though. Cindy was already waiting.
Amanda joined Cindy, and I was ordered to sit at the next table,
nearby, and act as if we are strangers. So I did; I picked up a magazine,
ordered a coffee and read quietly, just like any Joho Doe
would do on a late morning. By lunchtime, the place had turned pretty
crowded. In a nearby table, two young ladies, in exec-suits were
having their lunch. Amanda and Cindy were talking to each other,
looking at me, smiling. Obviously whatever they were planning, was
about to commence. Then the waiter gave me a note. It read
"Get up now, hold your coffee-mug, and start walking by our table.
Prepare to take a fall".
I got up, took my mug in one hand and the magazine in the other, and
as if absent-mindedly, started walking by their table. Cindy's foot
came from under the table, knocking me down. I fell down, and my coffee was
all over the place, especially near Cindy's and Amanda's
bags and feet, but also near the two exec's table.
"Hey!! What is this...?"
Exclaimed Amanda :
"Look where you are going, mister Look what a mess you did to my new
shoes!",
said one of the exec's, a nice looking red-head. The waiter rushed
with a cloth in hand. I was starting to say I am sorry and all that,
when the waiter came in with a cloth. He was about to kneel down
and clean the mess when Amanda said
"Wait a minute waiter, it is only fair that he who made the mess,
will also clean it up, don't you think?"
Her voice was loud enough to draw attention from some other tables.
The waiter nodded in apprehension. He handed me the cloth, smiling.
I stood there, the cloth in my hand, not knowing quite what to do.
"Well?"
said Amanda, pointing to the floor at her feet, under her table.
I knelt down and cleaned the floor under their table. Then I cleaned
the bag. The Amanda said
"Just to make it up for her, I think you should clean the lady's shoes
too, because you messed up".
The lady from the other table nodded, and extended her leg to me.
"Yeah, mister, clean my shoe!"
As I was turning to her from Amanda's feet, Amanda suddenly got
up, grabbed my hair with her strong fist, and said loudly
"Just exactly what were you doing under my table, mister?"
She asked angrily, in a tone that implies sexual harassment on my
side,
"Why no miss, honestly, I did nothing of the sort..."
I was trying to excuse myself. People were looking. The lady
whose leg was extended got up and stood next to me too.
"Why you are a pervert, sneaking under the table like that!"
She said, and suddenly her knee came into my face, jabbing me
backwards, but I was still held by Amanda's fist. Amanda grabbed
my head again, and banged it to the chair, holding my bleeding nose
into the chair. The lady put her foot onto the chair and said
"Now you will lick my shoe clean, you pervert!"
Amanda grabbed my hair once more, and shoved my face into the lady's
shoe. I started licking. "What a wimp", I heard a voice from afar.
But I kept licking, for I was subdued. After the shoe was sparkling clean,
it came down on my neck, and my face was shoved hard into the
floor, where her other shoe was waiting to get cleaned. This time
I had the lady trampling my head into her shoe. I licked it clean.
The lady turned to the audience and said:
"It looks like we got ourselves a regular shoelicker here, ladies
and gentlemen. Anyone care for a shoeshine?"
And the laughed at me, at her feet, licking her shoes. I looked up
at her and she fisted her hand - threatening to deliver a blow
to my face, so I quickly resumed my shoelicking. Meanwhile her
friend approached too. She had ankle boots on, which were not
affected by the spilled coffee, but had stains of dirt and mud all
over them.
"I could use a shoeshine"
She giggled.
"No problem" said the redhead. She kicked my face hard and said
"You heard my friend -- now hop to it."
As Amanda has promised, I was reduced to a bootlicking creature
grovelling at the feet of strange people. She said she would do it,
and she did it. She did not use a lot of force. Just a little and
that was enough to crush me. All that time she was standing nearby,
an amused smile on her face. I caught a glimpse of her eyes. They
were so knowingly dominant, so conquering. Her legs were crossed,
and the sight of her muscular calves sent shivers of renewed submission into
me. Meanwhile I was abused by a strong readhead, who
had beat my silly and was now enjoying the fruits of her victory.
I licked the dirt off her friend's ankle boots. Apparently a circle
of spectators had formed around the scene. "What a bootlicker"
"What a wimp!" "Hey crawl over here and lick my shoes too",
were the remarks I heard. Amanda then came in and grabbed my hair
again, bringing her eyes close to mine.
"Well pervert, what are we going to do with you. Should we turn
you in to the police?"
"YES!!" said some of the spectators,
"...Or maybe should we just make you the public shoelicker of
this coffee house"
"YES!!!" came an even stronger shout from the spectators.
Amanda shoved my head down back to the floor. She reduced me to
a beaten pile of dirt, just as she had promised to do.
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falakacı
Fetiş&BdSm Usta
Yaş: 21
Kayıt: 13.02.2003
Mesajlar: 918
Şehir: istanbul
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hiçbirşey anlamadım ama tahminim güzel hikayelerdir
ingilizcesi olan bir arkadaş türkçeye çevirirse hikayeleri herkes için daha iyi olur bence yinede teşekkürler tomford paylaşım için
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Cehaletle deha arasındaki gerçek fark nedir biliyor musunuz?
Dehanın sınırları var cehaletinse hiçbir sınırı yoktur.
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Royal Üye
Yaş: 26
Kayıt: 16.05.2003
Mesajlar: 4183
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| ya işte öle bi kahraman olsa gerçekten hayırlı olur...ben başta o gazla girdim olaya ama ingilizcem iyi seviyede olmasına rağmen zor geldi...yani cümlelerin geilşleri filan direkt çevrimleri yok kendin uydurmak zorunda kalıyosun...falan filan işte bana zor geldi...bu arada gerçekten güzel hikayelerdir dewmı gelicak daha çok var....
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Fetiş&BdSm Usta
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| Tom Ford demiş ki: | | ya işte öle bi kahraman olsa gerçekten hayırlı olur...ben başta o gazla girdim olaya ama ingilizcem iyi seviyede olmasına rağmen zor geldi...yani cümlelerin geilşleri filan direkt çevrimleri yok kendin uydurmak zorunda kalıyosun...falan filan işte bana zor geldi...bu arada gerçekten güzel hikayelerdir dewmı gelicak daha çok var.... |
umarım bir hayırsever türkçeye çevirir bu hikayeleri
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Usta Yazar
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Kayıt: 28.08.2003
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bence harika hikayeler
ingilizcesi olana tavsiye ederim. özellikle şu amanda olayı harika
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dewam...h-4
TRAMPLED INTO SERVING MY YOUNGER SISTERS FEET
This is a true story of a dysfunctional family.
I am the older brother of a cute sister who loved having her feet licked, sucked and sometimes washed clean by a strong and willing tongue.
I don't remember how it all started, but by the age of seventeen, I was licking my sisters’ feet almost every day, she was/is 4 years younger than I am, so she was 13 when this footlicking began. Back than she just loved getting her feet licked and she loved ordering me around when we were alone. Lucky me! I licked her feet very often at the time, because my reward for doing a good job was getting my face stepped on, as she was leaving for school the next morning (and that was were I did it for).
I would have to wait until she was ready to go and than I would walk down the stairs and lie down on the floor by the front door. This front door was directly in front of the stairs and it was not visible from any other room, except from the hallway. My sister would say goodbye to our mother, who was always in the kitchen as she left. (Our parents were divorced) Than she would walk through the corridor and she walked straight to me. Than she would quietly say "You did a good job last night" and with a big smile on her face, step up on my face with both feet. After standing for few seconds, would wipe her feet like you would on a mat. She would than grind her feet back and forth, keeping her balance while hanging onto the door. Sometimes, she would wear sexy two inch heels and would stand on the cheeks of my face, with just her heels digging in. Boy did that hurt!
This was wonderful for me. Mom would ask me how come I always had red pot marks on my face. I always lied and said I didn't know. My sister would always laugh at the question.
Even with all the pain, I was always begging her to step on me. She would always smile and say, I knew what I had to do if I wanted more.
I can remember on Sunday mornings, when Mom had left for church and we were the only two left in the house. I always lived towards these fantastic Sundays and I will never ever forget them. I would first brush my teeth and then quietly sneak into her room, and kneel at the foot of her bed. She would still be fast asleep on her stomach. I would raise the covers and carefully lift one of her feet into my hands. Then with my tongue fully extended, I started licking with the flat of my tongue, from toe to heel. My job was to wake her from her slumber in a most enjoyable way. I would sometimes lick for ten minutes, before she would open her eyes and smile.
"Hmmmmm, I like being woken this way," She would say.
I would stay in this position for as long as she needed. Sometimes I would go get her a cup of coffee, and while she sat in bed and enjoyed her coffee and cigarette (she smoked when Mom wasn’t around), I would continue to lick and suck her feet.
A few times, if she was in the mood, I would have to beg if I could be allowed to crawl to the chair in the corner of her room and pick up the pair of socks that she wore the day before. I would than crawl back to her and hand her over the socks. She than told me to open my mouth and she wanted to hear my say something like “Please put your socks in my mouth” I did this with a little laugh, but with great excitement inside me. She than would smile a little, and she would stuff both her socks in my open mouth, laughing at the thing she saw in front of her. While I had her socks in my mouth my sister would smoke a cigarette or drink her coffee, or both. She sometimes even pushed her feet in my face until she was finished. This sock-thing happened about 3 or 4 times and I truly loved it.
Most of the time, the ritual was that after I had woke her up and she was satisfied with my footcleaning (the cleaning sometimes went on for 30 minutes!) Then it was on to the floor, as I helped my sister put on a pair of her sexy slippers.
My sister would always make sure to watch the clock, as we did not want our mother coming in from church and catching us, watching the clock to the last minute. Mom was always gone for one and a half hours, to the minute.
Then...I would lie on my back between her bedroom and the hallway, so my face was between the door. She, again would say I had done a great job, and with a smile, step up on my face. "Stick your tongue out, she would giggle," and then would run the sole of her slipper across my fully extended tongue. She kept doing this, laughing while I kept my tongue as far out as possible. She sometimes went on and on, I guess she just loved it too.
"Are they as good as my feet?" She would ask. Uhhuh, I would grunt. She would stand on me, again balancing onto the door (the open door of her bedroom) until we heard Mom's key in the door. Of course, she would not just stand there, but shift her weight back and forth. She would trample my body, but most of the time, she had at least one foot on my face. During this session she would stand on my forehead, my cheeks, my nose and very often on my mouth with one of her slippers. She loved standing on my mouth and she put all her wonderful weight on it. Because she was (and is) 4 years than I, I could handle the pressure. But because I loved it so much I didn’t care about the pain.
On these Sundays I always was got my face stepped on by the same slippers, I always licked the same slippers, those purple/pink slippers are marked into my memory for ever! Sometimes she would slip of her slippers and trample my body and my face with her bare feet. She would ran the sole of her bare foot over my stretched out tongue and giggle while doing it. One time, she stood with both her bare feet on my face. One on my nose and one on my mouth, but after 10 seconds she stepped off because she couldn’t balance herself…. Man, those were truly wonderful times!!
As it is, I licked and sucked her feet for many years, in payment for a good trample.
Fifteen years have gone by and we have talked about what happened so long ago. Her memory doesn't/won't let her remember like I do. She is now content to be a mother of two and a respectable citizen. She says with a laugh, "Oh...we were
just kids!"
But I remember licking her feet and her slippers for hours, in order to get my face stepped on.
Boy...was I ever lucky!!!
An Older Brothers Weakness.
THE END.
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Tom Ford
Royal Üye
Yaş: 26
Kayıt: 16.05.2003
Mesajlar: 4183
Şehir: İstanbul...
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dewam...h-5
DOMINATING A DWEEB
My name is Heather K., and I am happy to report that I have followed the direction that other Women (more experienced Women), have given to my generation. I currently own a pathetic slave of my own. He is my stepfather, or rather former stepfather, Richard. Believe it or not, this scrawny bald-headed "dweeb" used to be married to my Mother. That was old in itself because Mom was always an in-control type of a person. Traditional and old-fashioned, but in-control! The only possible qualities I could imagine she seen in him were his money and his ability to obey. They married 6 years ago when I was 14, but divorced last year. Since then, I have truly owned him, and I love treating him like the filth he is.
I wasn't too happy when Mom married the fool. Funny, I really didn't consider him a man at all ! He wasn't like my father. Richard was tall-about 6'3"-but he looked like a fugitive from a "Revenge of the Nerds!" flick. He looked older than 38 back then (he's now 43). His balding head, weak chin and sorry face made him look like the classic wimp. Nevertheless, Mom made me promise to try and get along with him, which I did, but only in front of her.
Back then I was only 14, but I should've figured him out! Richard was very successful and moderately wealthy (wealthy enough to hire a maid or a butler), but he insisted on getting everything done within the family. He volunteered to do the laundry, the cooking, the dishes and all the outside chores-not something a man with his own business usually does. My Mother was happy, thinking that he was just being a good husband, but I thought it was strange.
Richard was also always eager to help. At dinner once, when I wanted the salt and was about to get it from the kitchen, he leaped up. "Oh, I-I'll get it!" he muttered, and fetched it for me. Mom simply smiled, but I thought he was just a nerd. But these clues didn't mean much to me until I reached 16 and discovered Richard masturbating in the laundry room one Saturday morning. He had a pair of my dirty panties over his head and a pair of my soiled knee-hi nylons in his other hand and was pressing them to his nose.
I was shocked at first, but then just laughed as he stroked himself to climax. He didn't see me. I don't know why, but I had such a rush thinking about how turned-on a man could be by my underwear! It was a power rush-and it was especially exciting to me at only 16.
All of a sudden, the man that I couldn't stand for two years intrigued me. Rather than hide myself from him, I teased him to near cardiac arrest. When mom was busy with her own little antique shop on weekends, I made sure that Richard got an eyeful of the body he so desired. I began walking around the house in just my panties and a bra, or a cut off tee, or my bikini, or my leotard. He was a babbling idiot when I did this. I even convinced him to start exercising with me on weekend mornings. I would put on an exercise video (along with my sexiest, skimpiest leotard) and made sure that he was always behind me during the routine so that I could give him a face-full of my leotard-clad ass. It was really fun to tease him like this. To get my sweaty, leotard clad ass as close to his face seemed like a mission to me, and if my ass "accidentally" bumped his face or head during the exercise, I would pretend I didn't feel it.
Soon thereafter, Richard became enthusiastic about my morning aerobics. He would wake me up and say things like, "Heather? I'm ready for our workout." I just laughed to myself. "Yeah, you're just ready to gaze upon my ass !" I'd think to myself. We continued another 6 months before I made a discovery.
Richard and Mom went to the symphony one night and I snuck into his study. A couple of the huge desk drawers were locked, but I found the key. In them, I found dozens of magazines and papers about Female Domination and his journal. (Men are so ignorant ! They have diaries, but call them journals because they don't want to admit their sensitive side). Anyway, I read through them with a renewed interest. He had some stories and articles highlighted, and by these I figured out that he loved to be demoralized by Women. He loved insults, name-calling and had a foot-fetish. I went through his "journals" to confirm this.
The journals were especially interesting! In them, "I" must've been mentioned a hundred times. He wrote about how beautiful I was (I'm 5'4", 110 lbs.. with a 34B-22-33 figure, long blonde hair, and a pretty face, without even bragging), how much he loved living with me, and how he'd do anything-give anything-and pay anything just to worship my feet. My feet!? Of all things on my gorgeous body, he wanted my feet! "Hmmm"...I thought, "maybe I am more beautiful than I think?" I was anxious to see what I could get away with.
The next day was Saturday. As usual, I exercised my little ass in front of his stupid face. But, this time I purposely "let off wind" in his face 2 or 3 times. He didn't protest or say anything, and I simply smiled, pretending I wasn't aware of my little dirty deed. Richard would later tell me while he stammered like an idiot that he was honoured to accept my fart in his face. I looked at him and I saw he actually got himself aroused while he had said this to me!
By the time I finished high school, I had Richard so obsessed with me that it was driving him bonkers. Sometimes, I would come out of the bathroom in just a towel and paint my toe-nails right in front of him. By 18, I had him painting my toenails for me, and on my 19th birthday I had told him that I knew about his Female Domination fantasies and was going to tell my mother. The sap fell to my booted feet and begged me not to, and I blackmailed him for a new wardrobe and a used car.
I had already been dominating him for 6 months before my mother announced their divorce. I wasn't disappointed! Richard moved out into an apartment, and within a month bought a new home. That is when I arrived. I told him I was moving in. He was more than happy until I explained it was conditional based upon his obedience for the first month. He nodded in agreement, and I moved in temporarily.
That first test month was a blast! I bossed him around so badly it was hysterical! He ran around fetching things for me, cooked, and cleaned my panties by hand. I slapped him, whipped him, spit on him, kicked him and treated him like garbage-and he loved it so much that he thanked me! I loved it too, so much in fact, that I sometimes invited a couple of my dearest friends over to join in the fun! After dinner and wine (prepared by fool, of course), we made him massage out stockinged feet and lick our leather shoes clean. Dee, my Hispanic friend, was really into it. She wore ankle-high black boots and made him slurp them clean before she gave him fifty swift kicks in the ass with them Hee-Hee. I loved it! We made him smell and kiss our stinky nylon clad feet and spit into his mouth and face, and slapped him with a paddle repeatedly. I made Richard kiss ass one hundred times in front of my friends, I used his hand as an ashtray too. Finally my friends left. They didn't want to go because we were having so much fun humiliating the wimp, but it was getting late and I wanted to go to bed.
Things couldn't be better now! All I do is go to school 3 days a week and live like a queen. Richard does all the household chores, including my laundry and my homework. He pays for everything and worships the ground I walk on. The pathetic moron is my butler, my maid, and a foot wipe. His face has been thoroughly slapped by my hand, panty and shoe, and his ugly ass nearly beaten raw. I especially love spitting in his stupid face and mashing it with my stockinged feet!! He's an obedient puppy-dog slave.
Female Domination has always intrigued me. I know that we are Superior to men, and I abuse the privilege. Funny how a tiny girl, like me, can control such a big man so completely. I mean, my slave is more that a foot taller, twice my size and weight, and more than twice my age. Yet, I own him completely! He never disobeys because he knows that I'll beat his ass to a bloody pulp, and I enjoy threatening him with discipline too. I currently own a lot of cool outfits, a very nice car, 3 dozen pairs of shoes and lots of gold. Richard buys them all for me out of respect, which is what a lowly male SHOULD do! I live like royalty and have a man to kick around. What more could a girl ask for?
-xxx- Heather
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Tom Ford
Royal Üye
Yaş: 26
Kayıt: 16.05.2003
Mesajlar: 4183
Şehir: İstanbul...
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dewam...h-6
TRUE SPITTING AND FOOTWORSHIP STORY!
Here is a true story that happened to me a while ago:
First of, my girlfriend knows I have a foot fetish, as well does all of her friends. Now a few months ago one of her friends, Sarah had a Girls party, in other words, there were only girls there. I was working until 8pm that night. Around 9pm I got a call from my girlfriend. She was at Sarah's house along with her friends, they were all drinking. They asked me to come over, so I stopped at the liquor store and got some rum. Anyways after being at the party for a while I soon became really drunk. We were all sitting around and we got on the topic of feet. BTW, all the girls there (6 of them) were barefoot. (It was in the middle of summer) Jokingly I said that if I had a camera I would take pictures of their feet. Then Sarah said "I got a camera downstairs, I'll go get it" And before you knew it, I was a photographer, taking pix of these beautiful feet. First my girlfriend, then Sarah, then Renee, then Michelle, then Heather and finally Megan. Then a few group pix. I was so drunk I didn't care, usually I am shy about my foot fetish, but this night I just didn't care at all. I should mention I also went out with Sarah before.
Anyway, I was rock hard from taking these pix, I mean there it was, 6 pairs of beautiful feet inches from my face as I was clicking away. My girlfriend was cool about it all, hell she was the ringleader. I untucked my shirt in fear of them seeing that I had a hard on. A while later I missed my chair when returning from the kitchen and fell right on the floor, And they all started laughing, When I tried to get up, my girlfriend pushed me back down with her foot. She pushed her foot against my forehead and I fell backwards. Then they started laughing again, before I knew it, I had all of them standing above me, poking at me with their feet. Now normally I could have gotten up, but I was so fucking drunk, I was disoriented. Sure enough as Renee pushed her foot at my stomach, she missed a few inches and hit something hard, Yeah my cock was rock hard. "He's got a hard on" said Renee, "Oh this should be fun" Sarah said. Michelle and Heather were laughing like crazy. Megan was almost crying from laughing so hard. Then my g/f stuck her barefoot in my face and said "sniff it motherfucker", so I did. Once again they all laughed, I was starting to enjoy this, I love being humiliated by girls with sexy feet. "Sniff it harder" she said. "Sniff mine too" Megan said, as she smooshed her foot in my face. I couldn't take it, I was so aroused, just wanting to blow my load. Then My g/f spit in my face, she let a long drool land in my eye. This was so arousing, I couldn't help it, I was so turned on. Then before I knew it, Renee spit on me, Sarah spit on me, Michelle than took my chin between her hand, commencing me to open my mouth, and when I did, she hacked a big one in my mouth. After this, everyone took turns spitting in my open mouth. It was like they were having a contest who could spit the largest ball at once. I was overloaded with spit. They followed each other up quickly. I must have swallowed a spitball every 5 seconds! When it wasn’t Megan’s turn to spit, she kept rubbing her foot all over my chest. When it wasn’t Heather’s turn to spit in my mouth, she was smooshing her foot on my groin area. It was so hard, then as they were standing above me, me lying on the floor, looking up at them, all laughing and pointing and laughing some more, spitting all over me, I was covered in their
saliva, feet rubbing all over my body, I felt myself on the verge of an orgasm. I began to make strange noises, which made them laugh even more. It was out of control, I was covered with spit and feet and I was being totally humiliated by these 6 girls. Standing above me, pointing and laughing at me while I was sooo aroused. It was so intense, I couldn't see anything, my face was so full of spit and feet, it was blurry and dark and than I blew my load in my pants. So there I laid, all soaked in the girls saliva, wallowing in my own cum, girls standing above me laughing, my g\f just smiling, as if she had this planned all along. It was a night I won't ever forget. After I blew my load, all the six of them just looked at me (I didn’t k | | | | |
