footslut2u
02-22-2010, 5:09 AM
I was at a local BDSM meeting and I had returned to my home. I built a nice warm fire and I was lounging in my recliner dreaming of the beautiful dominant women I had just mingled with when a friend whom I was renting a room to brought in his girlfriend and another lady. They retired to his bedroom and left her (my ex-wife) on the couch.
We were having a conversation when she complained that her feet were cold. She was wearing ankle-length black boots and black jeans. She was a beautiful blonde goddess and I later found out that she was Norwegian. I stoked the fire up and returned to her presence on the couch, knelt down before her & asked if she would like a glass of wine.
I got her a glass and shortly thereafter, she again stated that her feet were still cold. I suggested that maybe if I removed her boots and massaged her feet it might help. She allowed me to do that. She said it was enjoyable, but her feet still felt like a block of ice. I suggested that maybe I could blow warm air on her feet and she let me remove her black socks. I was blowing warm air on her toes and soles and I looked up and asked if I may be allowed to suck her toes and she said yes. I inserted as much of her foot into my mouth and got them nice and warm.
She suggested that we go to my bedroom to continue, whereupon she sat in a chair and told me to kneel down. I begged her to let me suck her toes some more and she then allowed me to lick her feet and suck her toes with enthusiasm. We had not heard or seen from the other couple for quite some time.
She then ordered me to remove her jeans and panties and told me to lick her. I knelt beside the bed and pleasured her beautiful pink clitoris with my tongue until she had a few orgasms as she laid on the bed. I could not believe that this beautiful Nordic goddess had allowed me to suck her feet and lick her blondish-brown pussy hairs and I was trembling with excitement. I then asked her if I could be her slave. She replied matter-of-factly, “You already ARE.”
Within a week she had moved in with me and one morning she had me brushing her hair, when suddenly she said, “Hand me the brush and bend over the nightstand.” She then paddled my bare butt cheeks soundly, and when I got hard as a rock, she told me to kneel before her. She then asked me if I enjoyed being spanked. I hung my head in shame, my face blushed, as I gazed at my penis dripping with pre-cum. She put her pretty foot on my penis, and softly rubbed her pretty pink sole the length of it, making it snap back to the erect position as she released it. “Yes ma’am,” I replied meekly, “I’ll do whatever you say.”
She made me repeat the last sentence louder, reaffirming that I was hers. After that I was her little plaything, whom she named “Mouse.” On Valentine’s Day, I bought her some silk cords to tie me up with, along with a cat-o-nine tail whip. I was smitten with her and she used me like her doormat.
She was so demanding that I got my butt paddled each and every day. One day She had me kneel before Her and She made the pronouncement that punishments would be a “daily occurrence.”
I started to stammer something and I probably got paddled 50 times instead of the usual 35 whacks. After that evening, instead of the usual once a week punishment I got paddled at least twice a day and each one stung hard. The sound of the paddle hitting my cheeks was the only music I seemed to be hearing.
It sounds like fun, but in reality when your ass is always tender and sore, it’s really no fun. However, the experience made me a better person. I am very humble around women and try to attend to all their needs as best as possible. I am also very meek and polite towards them.
As far as props, my ex-wife used a wooden chair for a whipping post. I had to hold the back posts with my hands and kneel over the seat. If I dared cover my bare butt with my hands, it was an extra 10 smacks with a wooden paddle. Also She would issue the command, "Higher." It meant I had to raise my butt higher in the air for the next smack.
My ex-wife used my foot fetish to make me her total slave. I had noticed she was piling her dirty panties on the dryer in the laundry room.
One Saturday morning after coming in exhausted from being ordered to rake the leaves, she told me to come in the laundry room and kneel down. She told me from now on I was to suck all of the "crusties" from each of her panty crotches and then hand wash each and every one of her dirty panties naked in front of the kitchen sink. Then she shoved her crusty panty crotch in my mouth and made me suck it clean while I knelt naked before her and gazed into her eyes submissively. She had a haughty look about her and she laughed at my hard-on and said "Taste good?" The panty crotch was not something I liked, as a matter of fact they were quite pungent and the taste was bitter, but the humiliation of being lorded over by this strict mistress was quite intoxicating. I would do anything to kiss and lick her feet and she knew that and held that over me. "If I catch you NOT sucking each and every crusty out of my panties before hand washing them completely clean, I will whip you HARD," she said sternly, and I knew she would because I was punished daily.
The houses in the neighborhood were sort of close together, and I mentioned that our neighbor Deborah might see me hand washing the panties while naked in front of the kitchen sink from her windows, with a bottle of Woolite and a pile of dirty panties.
She replied, "Well, that's your fault for having skimpy curtains in the kitchen that barely cover anything. I just might invite her over so she can watch, and then let her whip you."
I quickly learned that it is really difficult to get stains out of panty crotches, so I made it a point to frequently buy her new panties and I slowly and discretely disposed of the older panties so I would not be punished for failing to completely get the stains out.
She loved to jog, so I had to try and keep up with her. (It's hard to run with a raging hard-on since I was only allowed to cum on command in her presence, and she was the Queen of Tease and Denial.) She also wore tight spandex that showed all of her curves when she went jogging. I had to run behind her as well.
When we got home, I was always told to remove her jogging shoes and wet socks and lick all the sweat off her feet. "That'll teach you to like feet," she commented disdainfully.
Of course, I loved licking her pretty feet, but she would wipe her feet off on my face to further humiliate me and the musty scent would remain there for hours. It was a reminder of who was in charge.
When I was on my honeymoon with my ex-wife, I was in the shower with her one evening after a day on the beach. I was kneeling and performing oral servitude on her after soaping her up and washing her. As I looked up at her, she pointed to her behind and said “Kiss it.” I did and ended up using my tongue to quite an “extent.”
When we went back to the bed she told me she wanted me to repeat what I did in the shower, and she made me perform that ritual at her beck and call many times over that honeymoon week.
When we returned home, she would take an evening shower and I was made to wait, on my knees in the bedroom for her to exit the shower, holding the back of the wooden chair with my hands. When I heard her presence behind me, I would beg, “May I please be allowed to lick your butt?” She would make me state why I should be allowed to do such an act, instead of receiving a “whipping” with the wooden paddle, since the last time wasn’t up to her standards of performance and so on.
If I spoke too meekly, she would make me repeat my promises to do a better job this time, or do it for as long as she wanted, or I would just outright beg not to get another paddling. Many times I was stammering, stuttering and quivering at the thought of another paddling. This would be maybe the second or third one in that day. I often did get one anyway, either before, during or after my daily act of “contrition.”
When she went into the shower, I often peeked through the keyhole, because I was forbidden to look at her naked body, most other times. I was always kept naked and always had a raging hard-on, because I had to sleep with “it” against her bare leg all night, every night.
The evening ritual was that she would make me hold her cheeks apart, while she lay on my two pillows with her stomach down on the bed, so that her posterior was fully exposed to my view. The paddle was always conveniently nearby. She would allow me one brief foot kiss before I started the butt kissing.
“Use your tongue to make the hairs lay flat around the bloom,” she would command. I had to beg again to be allowed to “enter.” Once I did the commands were “deeper” or “again.” She was insatiable and often had two or three spasms and I had to clean up the mess.
My ex-wife would make me flatten her little blondish-brown ass hairs with my tongue, and then I had to beg for my tongue to be inside her. Once inside her, I had to tongue her to three butt orgasms or get paddled. She would command me with "deeper," "faster," "again" or "make you tongue longer." And this became a nightly ritual. My late afternoon ritual was three pussy orgasms with my tongue, followed by my daily beating with the wooden paddle. I came to sense a paddling when she would tuck her blonde hair behind her one ear and assume a very serious look about her beautifully sculptured face. Then I would serve her dinner, do housework and she would take a shower and then the butt worship commenced.
I would have to lay out two pillows on the bed and any book she was reading. My naked butt was quivering, awaiting her return form the shower as I knelt before the wooden chair, grasping the back of the chair with my hands. This was because any time I dared rub my sore behind with my hands, I got at least 10 more whacks. Then I would beg to lick her ass with no shame. The paddle was laying on my back for her disposal. I would beg over and over for mercy, while she decided my fate. Often, it was a paddling before the butt worship, so that I would do a "better job." Then she would lay on the bed.
I would beg to kiss the bottom of her feet, which were soft and very pink from the hot water in the shower. I was allowed maybe one quick foot kiss before putting my head between her cheeks for a long worship session. The two pillows were used to prop her butt higher in the air for better tongue penetration.
I had to begin by kissing her cheeks, then licking them slowly and circling around my little target. Using my tongue to flatten the asshole hairs was a requirement, before holding both cheeks apart gently with my hands and being "allowed" to "be inside her." Most of my time was spent gazing at her beautiful muscular back and buttocks and her curly blonde hair flowing down her neck. She would often flip her hair back in a very haughty way as my tongue slaved away deep between her soft cheeks, as I knelt at the edge of the bed in complete submission to her and adored her.
She told me more than once that this was so enjoyable that I may never be allowed to “be inside her" again in the conventional fashion, only orally. I was so ashamed that I was made to succumb to this every night, but I wanted to please her.
I began to enjoy it and now I actually am a butt slave to the nth degree. Also, I was not allowed to wash my face before going to bed and had to sleep on the pillows that were kept beneath her. If I did try to wash my face afterwards I would get slapped.
This is the most humiliating thing I have ever done to please someone and I became quite adept at it. I was so enslaved to her that I was completely compliant and resigned myself to her utmost devotion.
We were having a conversation when she complained that her feet were cold. She was wearing ankle-length black boots and black jeans. She was a beautiful blonde goddess and I later found out that she was Norwegian. I stoked the fire up and returned to her presence on the couch, knelt down before her & asked if she would like a glass of wine.
I got her a glass and shortly thereafter, she again stated that her feet were still cold. I suggested that maybe if I removed her boots and massaged her feet it might help. She allowed me to do that. She said it was enjoyable, but her feet still felt like a block of ice. I suggested that maybe I could blow warm air on her feet and she let me remove her black socks. I was blowing warm air on her toes and soles and I looked up and asked if I may be allowed to suck her toes and she said yes. I inserted as much of her foot into my mouth and got them nice and warm.
She suggested that we go to my bedroom to continue, whereupon she sat in a chair and told me to kneel down. I begged her to let me suck her toes some more and she then allowed me to lick her feet and suck her toes with enthusiasm. We had not heard or seen from the other couple for quite some time.
She then ordered me to remove her jeans and panties and told me to lick her. I knelt beside the bed and pleasured her beautiful pink clitoris with my tongue until she had a few orgasms as she laid on the bed. I could not believe that this beautiful Nordic goddess had allowed me to suck her feet and lick her blondish-brown pussy hairs and I was trembling with excitement. I then asked her if I could be her slave. She replied matter-of-factly, “You already ARE.”
Within a week she had moved in with me and one morning she had me brushing her hair, when suddenly she said, “Hand me the brush and bend over the nightstand.” She then paddled my bare butt cheeks soundly, and when I got hard as a rock, she told me to kneel before her. She then asked me if I enjoyed being spanked. I hung my head in shame, my face blushed, as I gazed at my penis dripping with pre-cum. She put her pretty foot on my penis, and softly rubbed her pretty pink sole the length of it, making it snap back to the erect position as she released it. “Yes ma’am,” I replied meekly, “I’ll do whatever you say.”
She made me repeat the last sentence louder, reaffirming that I was hers. After that I was her little plaything, whom she named “Mouse.” On Valentine’s Day, I bought her some silk cords to tie me up with, along with a cat-o-nine tail whip. I was smitten with her and she used me like her doormat.
She was so demanding that I got my butt paddled each and every day. One day She had me kneel before Her and She made the pronouncement that punishments would be a “daily occurrence.”
I started to stammer something and I probably got paddled 50 times instead of the usual 35 whacks. After that evening, instead of the usual once a week punishment I got paddled at least twice a day and each one stung hard. The sound of the paddle hitting my cheeks was the only music I seemed to be hearing.
It sounds like fun, but in reality when your ass is always tender and sore, it’s really no fun. However, the experience made me a better person. I am very humble around women and try to attend to all their needs as best as possible. I am also very meek and polite towards them.
As far as props, my ex-wife used a wooden chair for a whipping post. I had to hold the back posts with my hands and kneel over the seat. If I dared cover my bare butt with my hands, it was an extra 10 smacks with a wooden paddle. Also She would issue the command, "Higher." It meant I had to raise my butt higher in the air for the next smack.
My ex-wife used my foot fetish to make me her total slave. I had noticed she was piling her dirty panties on the dryer in the laundry room.
One Saturday morning after coming in exhausted from being ordered to rake the leaves, she told me to come in the laundry room and kneel down. She told me from now on I was to suck all of the "crusties" from each of her panty crotches and then hand wash each and every one of her dirty panties naked in front of the kitchen sink. Then she shoved her crusty panty crotch in my mouth and made me suck it clean while I knelt naked before her and gazed into her eyes submissively. She had a haughty look about her and she laughed at my hard-on and said "Taste good?" The panty crotch was not something I liked, as a matter of fact they were quite pungent and the taste was bitter, but the humiliation of being lorded over by this strict mistress was quite intoxicating. I would do anything to kiss and lick her feet and she knew that and held that over me. "If I catch you NOT sucking each and every crusty out of my panties before hand washing them completely clean, I will whip you HARD," she said sternly, and I knew she would because I was punished daily.
The houses in the neighborhood were sort of close together, and I mentioned that our neighbor Deborah might see me hand washing the panties while naked in front of the kitchen sink from her windows, with a bottle of Woolite and a pile of dirty panties.
She replied, "Well, that's your fault for having skimpy curtains in the kitchen that barely cover anything. I just might invite her over so she can watch, and then let her whip you."
I quickly learned that it is really difficult to get stains out of panty crotches, so I made it a point to frequently buy her new panties and I slowly and discretely disposed of the older panties so I would not be punished for failing to completely get the stains out.
She loved to jog, so I had to try and keep up with her. (It's hard to run with a raging hard-on since I was only allowed to cum on command in her presence, and she was the Queen of Tease and Denial.) She also wore tight spandex that showed all of her curves when she went jogging. I had to run behind her as well.
When we got home, I was always told to remove her jogging shoes and wet socks and lick all the sweat off her feet. "That'll teach you to like feet," she commented disdainfully.
Of course, I loved licking her pretty feet, but she would wipe her feet off on my face to further humiliate me and the musty scent would remain there for hours. It was a reminder of who was in charge.
When I was on my honeymoon with my ex-wife, I was in the shower with her one evening after a day on the beach. I was kneeling and performing oral servitude on her after soaping her up and washing her. As I looked up at her, she pointed to her behind and said “Kiss it.” I did and ended up using my tongue to quite an “extent.”
When we went back to the bed she told me she wanted me to repeat what I did in the shower, and she made me perform that ritual at her beck and call many times over that honeymoon week.
When we returned home, she would take an evening shower and I was made to wait, on my knees in the bedroom for her to exit the shower, holding the back of the wooden chair with my hands. When I heard her presence behind me, I would beg, “May I please be allowed to lick your butt?” She would make me state why I should be allowed to do such an act, instead of receiving a “whipping” with the wooden paddle, since the last time wasn’t up to her standards of performance and so on.
If I spoke too meekly, she would make me repeat my promises to do a better job this time, or do it for as long as she wanted, or I would just outright beg not to get another paddling. Many times I was stammering, stuttering and quivering at the thought of another paddling. This would be maybe the second or third one in that day. I often did get one anyway, either before, during or after my daily act of “contrition.”
When she went into the shower, I often peeked through the keyhole, because I was forbidden to look at her naked body, most other times. I was always kept naked and always had a raging hard-on, because I had to sleep with “it” against her bare leg all night, every night.
The evening ritual was that she would make me hold her cheeks apart, while she lay on my two pillows with her stomach down on the bed, so that her posterior was fully exposed to my view. The paddle was always conveniently nearby. She would allow me one brief foot kiss before I started the butt kissing.
“Use your tongue to make the hairs lay flat around the bloom,” she would command. I had to beg again to be allowed to “enter.” Once I did the commands were “deeper” or “again.” She was insatiable and often had two or three spasms and I had to clean up the mess.
My ex-wife would make me flatten her little blondish-brown ass hairs with my tongue, and then I had to beg for my tongue to be inside her. Once inside her, I had to tongue her to three butt orgasms or get paddled. She would command me with "deeper," "faster," "again" or "make you tongue longer." And this became a nightly ritual. My late afternoon ritual was three pussy orgasms with my tongue, followed by my daily beating with the wooden paddle. I came to sense a paddling when she would tuck her blonde hair behind her one ear and assume a very serious look about her beautifully sculptured face. Then I would serve her dinner, do housework and she would take a shower and then the butt worship commenced.
I would have to lay out two pillows on the bed and any book she was reading. My naked butt was quivering, awaiting her return form the shower as I knelt before the wooden chair, grasping the back of the chair with my hands. This was because any time I dared rub my sore behind with my hands, I got at least 10 more whacks. Then I would beg to lick her ass with no shame. The paddle was laying on my back for her disposal. I would beg over and over for mercy, while she decided my fate. Often, it was a paddling before the butt worship, so that I would do a "better job." Then she would lay on the bed.
I would beg to kiss the bottom of her feet, which were soft and very pink from the hot water in the shower. I was allowed maybe one quick foot kiss before putting my head between her cheeks for a long worship session. The two pillows were used to prop her butt higher in the air for better tongue penetration.
I had to begin by kissing her cheeks, then licking them slowly and circling around my little target. Using my tongue to flatten the asshole hairs was a requirement, before holding both cheeks apart gently with my hands and being "allowed" to "be inside her." Most of my time was spent gazing at her beautiful muscular back and buttocks and her curly blonde hair flowing down her neck. She would often flip her hair back in a very haughty way as my tongue slaved away deep between her soft cheeks, as I knelt at the edge of the bed in complete submission to her and adored her.
She told me more than once that this was so enjoyable that I may never be allowed to “be inside her" again in the conventional fashion, only orally. I was so ashamed that I was made to succumb to this every night, but I wanted to please her.
I began to enjoy it and now I actually am a butt slave to the nth degree. Also, I was not allowed to wash my face before going to bed and had to sleep on the pillows that were kept beneath her. If I did try to wash my face afterwards I would get slapped.
This is the most humiliating thing I have ever done to please someone and I became quite adept at it. I was so enslaved to her that I was completely compliant and resigned myself to her utmost devotion.