Grace the Swimmer Girl

[Goldman]

Here is a story i wrote a few years ago, its a semi true story, ive recentely tweaked it to hopefully be more beautiful.

It was about October a few years ago, and I was in Sheffield with my family. I had never been there before, but I was forced to go as my sister had a big swimming competition there. The club she swam for sent about 30 swimmers down there to compete, it was a big thing for her. I on the other hand didn't care in the slightest about the swimming, but I knew a few of the girls that swam at the club so I thought we could get up to some fun in the evenings.

The main girl I was interested in was called Grace, she was 18, the same age as me at the time. I had always got on well with her, and in past events we had hung out and talked a lot. She was quite petit, and was fairly skinny,
she had the most beautiful face and flowing waves of chocolate brown hair. It's hard to describe but she seemed to ooze some sort of superiority, you would look at her and she was confident, confident that she was beautiful and everyone else knew it.

On the first night the majority of the families met up for a meal in an Italian restaurant. Grace and her family were late, but we had booked a few big tables and I had left space next to me. When she finally arrived I was nervous but excited, she looked beautiful wearing a tight black sleeveless top and jeans. She had a on a pair of white and red converse trainers, she was dressed casual as she had been in a car for a few hours travelling down. We spoke
for a bit with the others to be polite and then started talking amongst ourselves. We spoke about a few things, she'd recently split up with her boyfriend so I was being supportive, although I didn't really care. Then suddenly she raised her left converse trainer and placed it on my thigh to do up her laces. I stared at her for a few seconds as if to say 'what the hell are you doing?'. She eventually caught my glare and said;

'Oh im sorry!'.

I quickly replied 'Nah no worries, why don't you just wipe your shoe clean all
over me!'

She smiled back and half-heartedly started rubbing the sole of her shoe over my jeans, which of course instantly gave me a semi! I tried to hide it underthe table cloth as she took her shoe down, she said she needed to go to the
bathroom quickly. I was relieved as this gave me a chance to think about something else and try and lose my boner. I chatted to the lads for a bit until she returned, she then asked me if I wanted to go back to the hotel early with her. Everyone else was had finished there main meals and were getting on to dessert. I agreed and leave everyone else and began to make our way back. It was a bitterly cold night in Sheffield, and being the gentleman that i am, i offered her my blazer to wear on the journey back. She accepted it, almost as if she expected that was my move. Along the way she mentioned to me that she had a hotel room all to herself as her brother and Dad were sharing a room, so we would be free from interruption and I could stay the night if I wanted. I instantly new this was gonna be a good night, one way or another.

We got up to her room and she opened the door with the swipe card, I followed her in as she sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbing the remote and switching the TV on. I took my shoes off and sat on the edge of the other bed. We spoke about what was on the TV for a few minutes
before she let out a big yawn.

I said 'Are you alright? Are you tired after the long journey down here?'

She replied 'Yea, that and the long walk to the restaurant and back.' It was a fair distance away, all across the other side of the city. 'Im so tired I can't even take off my shoes!' I knew this was my chance, and after a
moments hesitation I said 'Well I might be able to help you out there if you say please!'

She let out a soft sexy 'Pleassseeeeee!' I got down on to my knees and crawled a few steps to her feet. I started untying her laces on her left than her right shoe, before taking them off and placing them by the bottom of the chest of drawers that TV was on. Grace had on a beautiful pair of black ankle socks, you could see that had been worn for awhile as there was a dusty greyish colour along the soles of her feet. She shuffled backwards towards the pillows to fully relax in front of the TV, I was hoping at this
point that I might get a chance to smell or kiss her feet tonight!

Grace flicked onto the football and there was a Champions league match on between Manchester United and Porto, and before long it was clear Utd were struggling. She said 'You know I think Man Utd are going to lose this!'

I quickly came back 'Never, United are too good there is no way in hell are they going to lose!!'

She then said 'Well if your so confident how about we make a bet? As my feet are tired, if Porto win you have to massage my feet for as long as i want!'


I said 'Oh ok princess, want me to kiss them as well?' I was baiting her into making my night more enjoyable!

She said 'Well now your talking! How does 20 kisses on each foot sound!'

I laughed 'Pah! Easy, how about 40?'

She said 'If your so confident how about 50 on each foot?;

I said 'Well Ruud Van Nistelrooy says why not make it 100!' I was trying to be careful as I didn't want to give away that I actually wanted to kiss her feet, But it was the first time id ever been in this sort of situation and I was acting on impulse!

She said 'Haha okay then, well we've got a deal! But what about if Man Utd win, there's no way im kissing your feet!'

I replied 'Well there's something I think id like you to kiss instead' I winked at her and she gave out a little smile before saying 'Deal!' It was win win for me, but I knew deep down id rather have a night with her feet!

As it turned out United lost and went out of the Champions league and I glanced over a grace who put her arms behind her head, flexed her toes up and down and said 'Are you ready to kiss my feet now bitch?!?' I felt instantly humiliated as I headed to the foot of the bed and prepared to start kissing. She looked on eagerly to watch my lips touch the sole of her foot for the first time. The most significant kiss that would symbolise my submission to her, that would show myself as inferior to her, and the kiss that would ultimately end any chance of a sexual, or normal relationship with her again. I leaned my head in, and let out a big breath, I stared at the soles of her socks for a few seconds before she yelled 'Oh do get on with it doggy!' I puckered my lips and placed them on the ball of her left foot, pushing my nose into her toes. The first kiss only for a few seconds but It felt like an eternity. She let out a laugh that made me almost blush as I had submitted myself to her and she knew she was in complete control.

I continued for at least half an hour spreading my kisses along her foot, on the ball, working the sides of her foot all the way down to the heel. I was going from her left foot to her right, before she interrupted me and said, 'You know my feet are pretty hot in these socks, how about you take them off?' I nodded to her and started to raise my hands to her ankle, before said ' Ah ah ah.. use your lips.' I didn't even contemplate disobeying her, I was in a dream world and would do anything to keep it going. I had a huge
erection just from the thought of a girl ordering me around to satisfy her feet. I started sucking at her heel trying to get a grip on the sock to pull it off but was having no luck. So I went down to her toes and started pulling from that end. I managed to start pulling them off but at this point I had the majority of her extremely sweaty sock in my mouth. I managed to get both off and she told me to lie down, she started rubbing her feet all over my face. Her clammy toes were going over my eyes and mouth and I could feel her foot sweat sinking into my skin.

She pointed to one of her socks and ordered me to put it in my mouth, I felt so low as I stared at the sock on the side of the bed. I picked it up and opened my mouth and slowly shoved her sweaty sock that she had been wearing
all day into my mouth. It was another new bit of humiliation id never suffered before. I then went back to my position on my back and she placed her feet on my face again. When suddenly her mobile phone rang, it was one of the girls from the restaurant. 'Hi amy! Im just in the hotel room with Dan at the minute watching the football.' She started moving her toes towards my mouth and pulled down on my jaw opening it up, she reached in
with her toes and pulled out her sock. 'Amy says hi Dan..' I responded with a 'Hello'. Grace then began to lower the sock back down into my mouth and placed her feet back on my face. She carried on with her conversation for about 20 minutes saying all sorts of mean things about me, saying how she would never dream of going out with me and that I wasn't good enough for her, although she would find some purpose for me. She laughed before hanging up the phone.

She said 'If I didn't know any better id say my feet were designed to fit your face! It's a perfect match, they fit there so comfortably!' I obviously couldn't reply because her sock was still jammed in my mouth. She then told me I could get on with that foot massage now. I put in a full 100% effort as I wanted to please her as much as I could, she was beautiful and deserved everything she was getting. Grace reached over and grabbed my ipod and started to listen to it for a good hour or so. She wouldn't even sit there and talk to me anymore, I wasn't good enough, she ignored me as I went to work on her feet. I rubbed her soles, and each toe one by one, with kisses in between..all the dry skin and dirt started to come off her feet. She pulled one headphone out and said, 'wow i've got loads of toe jam and fluff from them socks, how about
giving them a nice clean bitch?' It was bliss for me, the moment I had been waiting for, her foot in my mouth. She slid her foot down my face, using her big toe to play with my lips. Running it along them before yanking open my
mouth. She pulled out the sock and shoved her foot in there. I started to suck each toe at a manic rate, like the sweat and dirt was going to disappear, I wanted her dirt on my taste buds right then and there. I passionately began to lick long strokes down the soles of her feet, sucking on her arches and heels. I ate all the toe jam and fluff and dead skin that came of during this process, which seemed to please Grace.

She stopped me and told me she needed to go the bathroom. I laid there on the bed trying to process what had happened so far. The humiliation id
suffered and the hands of a young posh college girl. She came back and sat in the arm chair facing the TV. She said 'Well you've done well bitch'

I started becoming hesitant and said 'Your not going to tell anyone are
you??'

'Well..'

'Please don't I will do anything!' I said.

Grace replied, 'Well ok then, my suitcase is lying on the floor over there bring over to me every single pair of shoes I have, now.' I crawled over and started going through her suitcase, I found a pair of very dirty puma trainers , a sexy pair of black stilettos with a 5 inch heel. There was also a lovely pair of black 'ballerina' pumps, but what caught my eyes the most were some knee high black boots, with a pointed toe and a thin 5 inch heel.

I brought them all over to her feet including the converse shoes from earlier, she then asked me to put on her puma shoes for her. 'Now you will kiss the tip of each of my shoes and say Grace you are my princess and I am nothing but your little slave bitch.' This was really hard for me as I had a good reputation at home, I was good with the ladies, I was a pretty hard fellar. And here I am on my knees about to kiss this girls shoes to complete the transformation as her complete slave. I dipped my head and could see all the mud and dirt around the tip of the toes of her shoe. I laid a quick 3 second kiss on each shoe before bowing down to her. She let out the loudest
laugh, she knew she owned me, she had completely broken me and this was no longer a fun bet, I was her slave bitch, She got me to take off her shoes and she then placed her heels on to my back as I was on all fours. I then proceeded to lick every single piece of dirt, dust, mud, blade of grass that she had ever stepped on off all of her footwear.

The trainers in particular were hard to completely shine clean, the soles had patterns and it was hard to get all the mud out, but I did, after several hours. My tongue was aching by this point and my mouth was really dirty and dry. Grace could see this and started coughing something up in her mouth. She said 'Open your mouth now!' I did and she let out the biggest spit ball ever all over my face, which trickled down into my mouth. It had a lot of snot in the spit which added to the humiliation. I finished cleaning her stilettos before finishing up with her boots. She said 'You can put these on my feet, Id like you to be under me while your licking them.' I grabbed her foot one by one in my hand and guided it into each boot before zipping them up.

She said 'lie down facing up now.' I did, she the placed her left boot on my chest, and then her right a little further up towards my shoulder. I was in instant agony as the sharp heels began to dig into my skin. Each second feeling like they were getting closer and closer to penertrating my skin. Grace placed one hand on the chest of drawers to balance her self as she began to shift her weight down from left to right. She eventually edged closer towards my head, and then she lifted her left boot up on to my face. The cold sole of the boot was lowered between the bottom of my lips and the top of my nose. The pain was immense, id never felt anything like this before, i was panicking. But then the pain eventually began to numb, and something began to hurt even more than anything more fathomable, my pride. I felt completely at my lowest moment as a human then, being on the floor, under her. But at the same time id never
been so exhilarated in my whole entire life, I was loving every second! As she stood off after a few minutes she laughed, you have a boot mark on your face she said. She went over to her suitcase and started rummaging around,
and pulled out some tooth picks. In the dirty boot mark on my face she inscribed, 'GRACE'S BITCH'.

She said now come over here and clean these boots before I go to bed. I crawled over and started lapping up all the dirt of the soles of her boots, eating all the mud that came off them. My dick was on the verge of exploding! She then raised her heel and said 'Suck on it bitch, suck on it like a dick' I couldn't believe how she had become so domineering, I didn't think she had it in her. I started sucking the length of her heel, before she presented me with the other one and got me to suck them both at the same time. It was degrading, but I didn't stop sucking. She said 'Right im done I need to go get changed, but before I do come over here.' She stood up, dropped her jeans, to reveal a light purple coloured silky panty, which she pulled one side and said 'Kiss my arse bitch, kiss it!' I didn't even bother to think about it, I had done so much tonight, that I just got my knees and starting kissing her arse. For a few minutes I was kissing her left cheek. She started rubbing beautifully curved bum all over my face, the feeling of her panties in her arse crack rubbing against my face harshly excited me even though it hurt. I then started kissing her right cheek for a few more minutes. Her arse was cold but it was beautiful.

She went to the bathroom to change and go to the toilet for the last time. She came back and out and said 'Oh it looks like there was no toilet roll in there, you've got one more cleaning duty to do before I sleep. I knew perfectly well there was some in there, but I didn't want to argue.

The next couple of days at the tournament I shared the room with Grace doing every single thing she wanted, just being her general bitch and foot slave. It was a experience i would never forget, but fortunately we didn't go to the same school so i was confident my secret weekend would be safe!

[Sauur]

What a great story! I hope there is a continuation.

[londonraptor]

Really cool, really liked that, thanks, hope you continue! :)

[dcdrake]

Really good story. Thanks.

[Goldman]

Thanks for the feedback everyone! I think i have a good idea for a follow up, i will write it up at the weekend!

[dcdrake]

I think this story is really great and, of course, you can finish it however you like. However, my personal favorite is when a normal guy (like you have) gets trick/forced into being a slave by a normal girl (again, like you have) who just has him do degrading stuff to be a bitch (like you have). For instance, she could've had him clean her shoes with a rag but she chose his tongue just to be a bitch and get a laugh for herself.

My additional favorite stuff is when the girl loans the guy/slave to her normal friends as an additional torment. Unfortunately, most of these stories drift off into the "normal girl" somehow knowing a dominatrix that owns slaves or sending the slave to a country where there is a Queen that owns slaves, etc.... That sort of ruins it for me. I LOVE where your story is; a normal girl that won a bet and took it very far into actually owning the guy and now blackmailing him with the stuff he already did. Do whatever you want with the rest of it but please keep the language normal if you can? I personally hate when a story starts like this and ends up in a far away country with a Queen saying "you shall be required to clean my shoes with your tongue, worthless servant".... or something else that no one would ever say in real life.

This story makes me think that this could actually happen to me someday with a purposefully lost bet. Thanks again no matter which direction you continue this.

[Goldman]

Drake, i know exactly how you feel, i think we are on the same page. The realsim is what i love, and about 70% of this story is true. But when i have some time to finish the next chapter, the foundations will be the same. Of course the relationship will develop, but i can assure you it wont drift. Im looking forward to concluding the next section, although i have a psychology paper to write first!! :(

[Goldman]

Part 2

It was a sweltering 30 degrees °C, me and my two cousins Ryan and Jack were relaxing by the pool of our Spanish Villa. We had some portable speakers hooked up to my iPod, and we had a stash of San Miguel chilling in a bucket of ice. It was the perfect type of relaxation I needed after my A-level exams at school, it was also a perfect environment for me to try and forget about what had happened with Grace back in Sheffield. A million different feelings bounced around my head, all leading back to that question, am I angry? Surely after that level of humiliation I would be seething, but why does it feel like there is there some innate feeling of self-realization? Is this where I belong? No shut it man, that’s the Miguel’s talking, I’m not meant to be thinking about her right? This is meant to be a holiday! We had the Villa to our self’s as the rest of our family were in the local town doing some shopping. I dragged myself off the plastic sun lounger that I was lying on, and ventured towards my iPod. After a few moments of deliberation I selected ‘killing in the name’ by Rage against the machine, what? I’m not even thinking about her, just a random choice. Several hours passed by as we relaxed and talked about stuff that would take my mind of Grace, like the football season that was about to start and a recent TV show that we loved called Flight of the Conchords. It was then when I got a call off by best mate Joe; he had been a long time friend of mine and my family and had a key to our house. He was kind enough to check if anything important came through in the mail, and also to water the plants and feed my cat Dennis.

‘Alright mate?’ I answered.

‘Hello Danny boy!!’ Joe loudly replied.

‘Got some fuckin’ great news mate!!’ Joe was one of those people that used the word ‘fuck’ in every sentence as if it was just another noun or adjective. To be honest it had rubbed off on to me quite a bit, but not when I was in the presence of ladies.
‘
Got your fuckin’ A-level results in my hand..’ Joe said.

‘Oh yea? Go on then, break it to me gently!’

‘Well you got 3 E’s!!! Hahaha... Im just fuckin’ kidding, you got an ‘A’ in Philosophy and Ethics, a ‘B’ in History and a ‘B’ in ICT (information technology, not sure what the C was for, maybe communication.) So it looks like we’re off to Roehampton!!’

Roehampton is a university in South London; it was my preferred choice as it was far enough away from my home to allow me to get some independence, but not too far away that I couldn’t go back with some clothes to get washed! I was over the moon and that night I celebrated by going into town with Ryan and Jack. We went to the local bar that we had been to several times already on that holiday. I had been scouting for girls, but there weren’t really any that caught my attention. Well i don’t know if it was the early drinking, or it was just my day, but the most beautiful Señorita entered the bar inter-linked at the arms with two other girls. She had a lovely natural tan coloured skin, with huge green eyes and a curvaceous figure. She was dressed in a light-weight white dress with a pair of flip flops. I couldn’t help but glance at her feet, they were gorgeous, an average length and slim width, with her toe nails painted a dark shade of purple. The Dutch courage provided from the alcohol meant that we were in their proximity in only a matter of minutes. We bought them some cocktails and got chatting, it was then when I found out her name was Barbra. Not the name I was expecting off a Spanish local, but that was irrelevant. I was in quite a boisterous mood, and told her Barbra that I had a terrible back ache from a game of football earlier in the day. (Yea.. pretty close right?) She asked if there was anything she could do, and I replied that I heard about a really effective type of massage. I got onto the floor on my chest, and instructed her to climb up on me. She was very sceptical at first, but after the encouragement from my cousins and her friends she carefully stepped upon me.

She delicately slid her right foot out of her flip flop, and as soon as I felt her warm sole touch my back I had a flash back to that fateful night. My mind began to race, what the hell am I doing? Why am I on the floor encouraging this beautiful lady to step on me? This isn’t me? This isn’t what I’m about.. But I couldn’t change my actions, it was like watching a dream, I couldn’t manipulate the events, this is what was happening, auto pilot mode. With her friends holding her hands she then lifted her other foot up on to my back. WOW. This felt great, I had to admit it, as the air was sucked out of me, it was felt like I had was having a deep urge fulfilled. As I lay there on the dusty floor of this remote Spanish bar, I gazed at her white flip flops, I could clearly see a darkened patch from where her feet had been. This got me even more excited and I felt a growth in my pants. Luckily being face down on the ground, I wasn’t exposing my excitement to anyone else. Barbra began to probe my tolerance, she shifted her weight from side to side, and slowly moved from my lower back up to my shoulders and neck. I could feel her toes clasp around the side of my neck, they were slightly warm and moist. I had my head rolled to the side, and I attempted desperately to get a glance of one of her feet, but to no avail. But then suddenly Barbra placed her right sole onto my right cheek, her big toe landed on my nose, with each other toe trailing down towards my lips. I was in heaven, an experience; I had not had for a very long time. It was then I heard a loud shriek which snapped me out my trance, the girls screamed laughter as they saw where she put her foot. Everyone was laughing at me, but i didn’t really care. As Barbra stepped off me she kept one foot on my chest, and said

‘I know how to keep my men under my control!’

With that she flexed her arms, i guess in an attempt to show her strength and power. In an effort to not lose any respect in front of my cousins I laughed it off and tickled her foot that remained firmly clamped to my chest. Barbra smiled as she placed her dusty covered feet back into her flip flops. We had a few more drinks before heading back to the villa, we knew we couldn’t bring any girls back, and we talked on the journey back about future holidays without our parents!


A few months later and the big wait was finally over, I was at University; I was now my own man, independent and free. I finished unpacking my stuff in my room on campus in Southlands, and started to get to know my flat mates. The lads were cool, Jack, Jim, James, Jamie and Luke. This might sound like some silly fabrication, but this was the truth, a lot of J’s. Jack was the ladies man, he had good looks, and I guess was what you would call a metro-sexual, loved his straightners (hair tongs). Jim was the bass player of an up and coming band, you could kind of tell where his heart lay. James was a mad Irishman who failed to disprove the stereotype he loved drinking all day long! Jamie was just an average bloke, nothing distinct, and Luke, well he was a cock, I could tell this from the offset that me and him weren’t going to get on. But I was more interested in the ladies, there was; Kim, Charlotte, Vicki, Sarah and Lyn. Kim was a bubbly girl from Newcastle, she was definitely at University for the social side of things! Charlotte was from a town called Tønsberg in Norway, she was really cute and had a very assertive personality. Vicki was a fairly pretty ‘Indie’ girl from North London, she was fairly shy, but seemed nice. Sarah was an extremely loud girl from Leeds, she made sure everyone knew who she was in the first 10 minutes, with a sporty figure she was very interesting. Then there was Lyn, who was unpacking with the aid of her boyfriend, so I guess there is no point in elaborating on her. It wasn’t till after several minutes of socialising with everyone that we noticed that the numbers weren’t quite right, we had more lads then girls. Also there was a room at the end that no-one seemed to be using, so we came to the conclusion that there was one more girl to arrive! I couldn’t wait to be honest, although the girls here were very pretty; there wasn’t really one that stood out for me.

In psychology there is a frequently used example of selective attention, Cherry’s 1953 ‘cocktail-party phenomenon’, explains that the human brain is able to concentrate on having conversation with one person, while filtering out the noise in a background, including several other people’s conversations. But most people also retain the ability to switch their attention to another source, for example when a person hears their own name being said. I was causally talking to the Norwegian girl Charlotte, when I heard;

‘DAN!! I could really use a help moving these bags’

In what felt like a moment of slow motion, I slowly twisted my head towards the communal area’s door, where I saw the slim figure of my past tormentor. My eyes scrolled down to the floor to those oh so familiar white converse with red trim trainers, looking much dirtier since i last saw them. There standing in the door way, with one foot firm on the floor, the other with the toe pointed to the ground with the sole facing her leg. I felt a wave of heat overcome me, so many questions entered my mind. Will she keep quiet? Is she going to ruin my Uni life? How am I in this situation, with the hundreds of universities in the country? What are the odds? I was meant to be free.. A new start..

‘Are you going to help me with these bags or not?’ Grace said with an ever so slight smirk on her face.

‘Do you know her?!?’ Charlotte enquired.

Before I could respond Grace declared we were old friends and said, ‘Dan has always taken good care of me, so get over here now and help me, or else’. And with that she winked.

‘Oh Dan what does she mean?’ Charlotte asked.

I pleaded ignorance and reluctantly got up to help her with her several bags, each one feeling heavier than the next. After bringing all the bags to her room, she insisted i helped her unpack, as we had a lot to catch up on. I reached for a black case, the nearest to me and pulled back on the zipper, which unleashed an overpowering scent into her very small room. I had so conveniently stumbled upon her case which contained all of her shoes and boots. I glanced into the case and indentified several pieces of footwear i had so thoroughly polished with my tongue back in Sheffield. I looked at Grace, and she just smiled, not uttering a word, but it felt clear to me. It was almost as if i had been signed up to an extra credits course already. I was enjoying the silence, it sounded beautiful. I didn’t know what was going to happen next, half of me really didn’t want to know at all. I couldn’t help myself, I kept looking at her shoes, the patches of dirt and grass crushed into the edges. I was fixated, and that’s when Grace spoke;

‘It would be a real shame Dan, if everyone else here was to find out about our little experience.. right?’
I felt a huge lump in my throat as I swallowed. ‘Definitely, that would be..urr.. bad.. you wouldn’t tell anyone would you? ‘

Grace didn’t reply to my question as she got up and prepared to leave her room, she let out a fairly whimsical noise, and said ‘Oh no, how did my shoe get so dirty already. I was already on my knees from the unpacking; I took a deep breath, and said;

‘Ok, let me help you with that’

She replied ‘Nah, that’s ok, I got it.’ Grace then pulled out a cloth from one of her drawers; she then placed her right shoe firmly on top of my head, and slowly rubbed the dirt off the top of her shoe.

Wow, new levels of humiliation!! Am i not even good enough to lick the dirt off her precious shoes? But my head doubles as a perfect rest while she cleans her shoes. As I kneeled there, under the pressure of her foot I realised what I had in store for the next 3 years... Goodbye freedom, I realised now that I was an object in Grace’s life.

** Disclaimer, I’m sorry if you felt there were too much irrelevant information, and not enough excitement. This chapter had to be used as a segway to the very event filled University life!!!

[hhhmmm]

Am i not even good enough to lick the dirt off her precious shoes?

WOW! Would have been great if you would have:)

I know it's your story, but hope to see some boot sole licking in it:) I'm a boot lover, and love to lick boot soles, but also love to be under them:)

Thanks for the update, and can't wait to read more!

hhhmmm:)

Male, btw.

[stivalo]

i red the first part.. that's great!!!

[Goldman]

Hey hhmmm, yea i think you will love the third part then, its much more juicy. I guess i was trying to be too creative in the 2nd part. But it sets it up for a nice 3 chapter. I will have it up, as soon as i can.

[rubbermac]

Great Chapters so far,Many Thanks.....I had a similar experience at Uni with a Goth Girl and a pair of Yellow Hunter Wellies!!!!!!

[Goldman]

Okay so i had the next chapter half done, but im going on holiday to Norway to snowboard! So i thought i would wait till i get back to fully complete it, rather than post a have hearted effort. I will be back sunday, and i hope to finish it that night, or maybe monday :)

[AplledZ]

Norway is the best country ever!!! :p have fun

[Goldman]

Thanks AplledZ, it was great! Very painful, but great.

Also lead to a great foot experience that i will share, but this isn't the place for it.

Anyways back to the story. Sorry for the delay.



Part 3


After several swipes of the cloth over her small converse trainer, Grace proclaimed that it wasn’t working well enough.

‘On seconds thought, can you help me out Dan?’

I was torn, I knew deep down this is what I wanted, but is this how I wanted to start my new life at University. Under the thumb of a girl, this could have severe ramifications on my social life. She removed her right shoe off from my head and placed it down in front of me. Allowing me to lift my forehead off from the carpet, it was a little red and sore from the pressure of her foot. I stared longingly at her shoe; it was one of those moments that life presents you, that crossroads moment.

My urges were overwhelming; it had been a long time since id been in a scenario with a girl willing to forcefully make me worship at her feet. I dipped my head down, my eyes locking on to her dirty shoe. The rim at the front was very dirty, as were the white laces, showing a distinct lack of the colour white. As I approached them I caught whiff of that oh so familiar scent. It was the perfume to my soul, the sweat of her feet filtering slightly out of her shoes. I knew then that this is what I wanted, what I needed. I opened my mouth and my tongue slid out and rubbed gently over the front of her shoe. I heard a slight giggle from Grace, she clearly enjoyed the power, and she enjoyed having control of me. I lapped away at quite a speedy pace, my long and enthusiastic stokes were not making much difference to the thick dirt on her shoe. But I was determined to satisfy her; I wanted to reaffirm my position at her feet. I wanted to make sure I was the one that was cleaning her shoes, I needed to be there.

After several minutes of licking at the front of her right shoe, I started to navigate down the sides, licking and swallowing as much dirt as possible. The sides had accumulated quite a large amount of dirt, I could feel the grains of dirt and mud grind in between my teeth. As I followed round to the back of her heel, I felt Grace place her left Shoe on my shoulder. The feeling was great, I loved being under her beautiful soles. I ran my tongue along the heel, and took in a mouthful of dirt and several blades of grass. It was a slightly unpleasant taste, but one I was sure i would become accustomed to. I repeated the same procedure on her left shoe, when she jumped on to the bed reaching for her phone on the bed side table. Her knees were planted on the mattress, with both the soles of her shoes facing me. I was fixated on them; I closely stared at the zig zag diamond pattern of the sole of her converse trainers. I looked at each section of dirt, each area of filth, that I wanted to remove. I stared at them obediently like a dog, when she uttered;

‘C’mon, I didn’t say stop bitch, keep cleaning.’

A shiver flew down my penis; this was humiliating and exhilarating at the same time. I eagerly licked away at the dirt as if it was running out. The taste was slightly salty, but that didn’t matter, I continued for several minutes. Grace then commanded me to stop, and said;

‘Ok, I’m going to take a look around campus, come on doggie.’

She placed her right foot on top of my back, in-between my shoulder blades, and pressed firmly. I collapsed flat on to the floor of her carpet, underwhelmed by the surprising pressure of such a petit girl. Her left foot landed on my lower back, and then she nimbly moved each foot along my legs before stepping off.

As we ventured out of our campus halls I couldn’t help but continually look at where Grace was walking, part of me wanted to see what she was stepping on and in. She was obviously not as concerned, making no efforts at all to avoid anything in her path. We made our way to one of the four bars at the University, the Southlands bar was closest. We bumped into Charlotte, Vicki and Kim, three of the girls from our halls already sinking into a few of beautifully priced beverages. I asked the bartender for a beer, and then I heard Grace let out a long;

‘Daaaaaannn. You couldn’t get me a drink could you? It seems I forgot my purse in my room!’

I knew it wasn’t an accident, but now wasn’t the time for confrontations. I bought her a pint of snakebite, a dirty drink for students involving beer, cider and blackcurrant juice I believe. I handed it over with the most half-hearted smile I could muster on my face, and she slowly wrapped her lightly coloured lips around the plastic cup. Then I saw Charlotte (the Norwegian girl) pick up a leaflet from one of the tables, and she started to speak in an accent which sounded slightly American.

‘Hey guys look at this! We have to go to Digby bar tonight!! They have a massive freshers party going on, we gotta go!’

I actually became very excited about the prospect of a bunch of hot young freshers getting drunk on cheap booze and partying all night. Now I had pretty much deduced that I had no shot of having any relationship with Grace, well except for being her play thing/object/toy. I ideally I would love to try and find a relationship that can incorporate my needs, without me permanently being used, with someone that would have feelings for me.

Later that night, and all dressed up smart, James and I escorted the girls to Digby bar which was only a minute or two walk away from the previous place. After negotiating a heavily packed room of students we joined at the end of a very long line at the bar to get some drinks. And that’s when I met her, Francesca. I randomly began chatting to her, something I rarely do, but I think the beer helped. She was a third year Economics student, with golden blonde hair, blue eyes, dressed to kill in a stunning red dress with matching 4 inch stilettos. We hit it off, and it wasn’t long before we moved to the dance floor, not my natural habitat at all! But I gave it my best efforts, I wanted to impress her.

After a few hours of dancing Kim came running up to me and said that Grace was feeling really sick, and because we were friends, could I please help her back home. ‘Bollocks’. That was what ran through my mind. I turned around and tried to assure Fran that Grace was merely an old school friend; I gave her my number and asked her to call me tomorrow. I followed Kim’s lead off the dance floor to a corner section of seating. She helped Grace up, but she stumbled forwards into Kim’s arms, her chin planting Kim’s shoulder. Grace looked me in the eye and game me quite a sadistic smirk. Now I knew for sure she was putting it on, but there wasn’t much I could really do yet. I hadn’t quite worked out yet how I would manoeuvre my way out from under her thumb.

When we reached her bedroom I lowered her onto the side of the bed, and it was as if a miracle had happened. Grace said she felt much better, and that’s when she turned into quite a mischievous mood.

‘Dan I think I’m still too drunk to untie my shoes, can you help me out?’ She giggled. It’s here where the alcohol and my urges merge together and I find it very hard to control my actions, and my choice of words.

‘Of course your highness, is there anything else I can do for you?’ I said in voice appearing to be sarcastic, but in my head I was pretty sure the avenue I was pushing to go down again. As I untied her laces, I removed her shoes to reveal a very damp pair of socked feet. They were black ankle socks, and the smell truly stung the nostrils.

‘If you really want to help me, why don’t you massage my feet, they’re really tired from all this dancing!’ Grace replied.

‘Wow your pushing it!’ I responded, as I picked up her left foot with little hesitation. I began to rub my thumbs in opposite circular patterns along the ball of her foot, with my fingers rubbing the top part. It was then when I received my biggest shock so far of the night;

‘Hey that looks nice! When’s it my turn! My feet are killing too!’ Kim said. She was wearing a pair of black ballerina style shoes without socks, they were quite dusty around the sides, and extremely so on the soles.

I said ‘You’re kidding right?’ ‘There’s nothing wrong with you!’

Kim replied ‘well Grace told me that you liked massaging her feet, you used to do it all the time. She said that you wouldn’t mind rubbing mine too.’

I shot my eyes towards Grace, my mouth slightly open, jaw not quite hitting the floor, but it was a look of disbelief. Would she of revealed my secret already? Surely not. ‘What the hell are you talking about?’ I said. ‘Is this true Grace?’

‘Well I figured because you lost so many games and bets to me that perhaps you were enjoying the forfeits a little too much! C’mon, it’s hardly going to kill you!’ Grace said.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Kim slipping her bare feet out of her shoes, there were was quite a bit of dirt surrounding her toes, and the nails were painted a dark shade of blue. The removal of her shoes filled the small room with an even stronger odour. I turned my head towards Kim and she lifted her right foot up towards my face.

‘See, my feet are pretty! You know you want to rub them!’

‘I...’ Before I could finish my sentence Kim pushed her damp and sweaty toes towards my mouth. Her big toe and the next one forced my lips up and they rested firmly down on my tongue. I could feel her other clammy toes wrap lightly right the edge of my mouth. I mumbled as I attempted to show some resistance towards this act of pure bravado.

‘Hey didn’t you ever learn not to talk with your mouth full!!!’ Grace said, before both girls burst out into laughter.

It slowly dawned on me that this wasn’t an impulsive act done under the influence of alcohol, this was premeditated. Grace had conspired to have me worshiping someone’s feet on my very first day at University. Perhaps to send a message that she was not to be messed with, or maybe she was testing to see if she could increase her pleasure by humiliating me in front of others.

‘Ok why don’t we play a game Dan. Just like old times? How about we take it in turns to make a proposition, and then flip a coin. Guess right and you don’t do it, guess wrong and you have to! It’s 50-50, c’mon, you gotta like those odds?’

Kim reluctantly removed her toes from my mouth allowing me to answer; ‘Hmm.. Ok.’

‘We go first as were ladies, you have to lick both mine and Kim’s dirty feet clean. Heads or tails?’

‘Tails never fails.’ I said.

‘Heads! Ha ha, unlucky!’ Kim shouted.

I sighed deeply before, lowering my hands to pick up Kim’s right foot, still slightly wet from my mouth. I began to take long strokes along the sole of her foot, id say it was about a size 7. Her skin was very smooth and tasted slightly salty. As my strokes reached the top of her foot, I opened my mouth wide and began to suck on each toe, starting with the Big toe. Whirling my tongue around each toe, shining it to the best of my abilities, swallowing any bit of dirt or fluff I could dislodge. I finished up with quick rapid strokes to the heel of her foot, occasionally stopping to suck away.

‘Good Job Dan, are you sure you haven’t done this before?’ Kim said. ‘Ok now the other one.’ She lifted her foot up towards my face. As I began to open my mouth she lodged all of her toes deep into my mouth. Grace then grabbed a handful of my hair and forcefully began to make me suck back and forth on Kim’s toes. They shared a laugh as they enjoyed this humiliating situation. I finished up on Kim’s left foot, before returning to what felt like my masters feet. When you get called a name over and over again, you start to believe it, almost adopt it. Like her dog I obediently switched my full efforts towards cleaning every inch of her feet. I spent several minutes in a trance like state licking away before I was snapped out by Grace saying ‘Ok it’s your turn to propose something.’

‘OK, if I win you two have to kiss each other for at least five minutes!’ That seemed like something perhaps most average men would suggest. As it happens, it is something I also do find a real turn on, besides most foot related scenarios.

‘Ok. I choose Tails’ Said Grace.

‘Oh what do we have here? Its heads. ‘Pucker up girls!’

I sat there as I watched Grace slowly move over and straddle on top of Kim’s lap. She ran her hands softly through her hair, and looked her deeply into her eyes, her top tooth slightly bit down on her bottom lip. They then interlocked into a deep and passionate kiss, way above the expectations I had. I was not expecting this type of effort, that’s when Grace pulled back slightly and shot me a look. It just read, look at what you will never get. It was a cruel way of making a point, but it reaffirmed what I already thought. I spaced out, I wasn’t really interested anymore, I had a strong feeling of despondence.

‘Ok our turn, and I think we should you punish you for making us do something like that!’ Grace said. ‘I don’t know about you Kim, but my shoes sure did get dirty tonight, they could do with a clean!.

‘Yea mine did too, that sounds like a great idea, so Dan, heads or tails?’ Kim said.

‘Ok lets mix it up, I will take Heads.’

‘Ouch, its tails, bad luck Dan! Now you better do a good job.’ Grace taunted. ‘Get on your back!’

I laid down on the floor when I noticed both girls putting their shoe’s back on. It wasn’t enough for me to use my tongue to clean the dirt they walked on, but they felt the need to wear them whilst i did it. I felt Kim’s ballerina shoes come down on my stomach; she was sitting on a chair by the desk, whereas Grace was on the other side sitting on the bed. She placed her heel on my chest, with the sole lifted up facing my mouth. Grace was still wearing her converse shoes from earlier, but they had accumulated far more dirt from the night out.

My tongue was a little sore from earlier but I was back to what I enjoyed most, I had engineered the opportunity I was dying for when we all got back to Grace’s room. Her shoe tasted disgusting, there was far more mud then last time. But this didn’t detract from my efforts; i methodically shined every inch of sole that was presented before me. Grace ran her shoe back and forth, when suddenly i felt a colder and slightly smoother shoe on my tongue. Kim was obviously eager to test out the shoe shiner on the floor. Jockeying for position on my tongue i alternated licking between two to four soles at a time. Grace decided to have a little more fun at my expense and said;

‘Hey should I try and walk in a straight line to see if I’m sober yet?’ Kim dislodged her previously dusty sole from my mouth, looking almost brand new. She said ‘Yea! But I want a go too!’

‘Ok help me start off, here hold my hand’ Grace said. Once she gained her balance she began to slowly make her way up from my legs, up on to my chest. ‘Woah woah’, Grace started to wobble; her left foot went mid air as she tried to gain balance, she eventually stumbled forward with her shoe crushing hard down onto my face. It was pure agony; it felt like my nose was broken. I was pretty sure she could have just jumped on the bed, but she “accidently” smashed her sole into my face, leaving a slight imprint.

I staggered up clenching my nose with one hand and said, ‘alright that’s it, that fucking hurt. I’m outta here.’

The girls giggled and Grace let out a fairly lame apology as I left the room with my face and pride crushed.




The next week and I was relaxing in the common area of our halls, and Sarah walked in. She was dressed in what appeared to be the University’s netball kit. The Kit was red and navy, with long red, yellow and blue striped socks. I was sitting down on the sofa when Sarah sat opposite me and placed her trainers on my lap.

‘What the hell are you doing?’ I said with a sort of shocked smile on my face.

‘I’ve just got back from practice and I need your help.’ She replied.

‘What are you talking about?’ I questioned. Then Sarah with a devilish smile on her face reached into to her rucksack on the floor and picked up her phone, she clicked around for a few seconds before presenting me with a picture of Kim’s foot lodged deep into my mouth.

Now my jaw hit the floor....

[got2bflats]

this is an excellent story goldman87, please keep it going forever,

[mrtufnel]

part 3 = hot

[surfspy]

keep it going its a great story love the sweaty feet.

[Goldman]

Hey thanks alot got2bflats, mrtufnel, and surfspy, im glad that i can make some people happy with my stories.

Part 4 is a work in progress, and includes one of my best ever real experiences, i hope you all enjoy when its done!

[stivalo]

the third part.... fantastic!!!!!!!

[Aramis]

Tremendous! Thanks, and please keep it going! Good writing.

[Goldman]

Part 4

‘Inconceivable’. Not only had Grace decided to humiliate me in front of a stranger on my first day at University, but she had also decided to collect some photographic proof for black mail. My mind began to race, thoughts flying back and forth; it was hard to fathom the situation. I should be happy right? I have finally come to accept my desires, my total engulfment of feelings towards women’s feet was now clear; I now knew that I can no longer deny what turns me on. But does that mean I should lower myself to the girls play thing? Was I ready to be passed around from room to room cleaning feet and shoes, and doing other menial chores? The dark side of me relished in this possibility, but I still had too much pride to subside to this way of life. I mean I had recently had a few calls from Francesca, the girl I met at Freshers night. She was stunningly beautiful and I wasn’t quite ready to give up on my chance of a relationship with her. I was extremely torn, and often wished I could just lead a ‘normal’ life, but you have to play the hand that you have been dealt. I decided in an attempt to restore some face, that I would pass the photo off as a drunken dare. It came quick to me lick a flash of genius, a highly plausible get out clause.

‘Ahh wow, how did you get hold of that?! Ha Ha, man I was so wasted, I couldn’t believe it when Grace showed that to me the next day! But I guess after a few beers the devil gets into me and prone to do anything stupid!!‘ I said.

‘Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it Dan! Kim told me you were loving it, you were only meant to suck her toes for like 2 minutes and you were there for 10!’

‘And you believe her? I had to practically carry her and Grace back from the bar that night, they had one too many Jäger bombs if you get what I mean!’ I snapped back.

‘Hmm well she was pretty sure you were enjoying it, why don’t you give me a little massage and let me make my own decision?’ Sarah cheekily enquired.

I agreed, but made it clear I was doing it very reluctantly. She was wearing size 6 Oasics athletic shoes, which were mainly grey with orange trim. I reached down and began to untie her laces, then grabbing the heel of the shoe and slowly revealing her very sweaty long athletic sock reaching just beneath her knee. The colours were horrible; red, yellow and blue, matching the universities logo. But I noticed a fourth colour, a kind of blackish grey which occupied the sole of her socked foot. I slowly began to rub the damp sock covered foot when Sarah said;

‘Hey I can’t really feel that, do you mind taking off my sock first?’

‘Urgh. I guess not.’ I said.

It took me awhile to roll of the sock, dragging it down from her very tight athletic legs. I could feel the heat filtering off from her leg and feet, and was eager to remove her sock. When I did I was surprised to see such big toes, for such small feet. They were by no means pretty, and the nails were unpolished and there was dirt all in-between the toes. I began to rub with my technique that had I locked down whilst satisfying Grace and Kim. Sarah let out a breaths which seemed to signal she was really relaxed and enjoying it. I have to admit I enjoyed touching her extremely sweaty feet, but the smell was overbearing, it made it very hard to adhere to the task at hand. Sarah began to complain that I wasn’t putting enough effort in, so I made sure that both my hands were vigorously rubbing her left foot. As I did that, I noticed she began to untie her other shoe. She slipped out her other socked foot and placed it on my lap, which doubled the stench in the room. Sarah then slid her right foot down towards my face, and asked me what I thought of the socks.

‘They’re dead sexy right?’ She said

‘Yea they are gorgeous’ I said sarcastically.

With that she dragged her big toe along my left eyebrow all the way along to my right one. Then back to the middle, before sliding down my nose. She placed her big toe just underneath my toe and said;

‘You just let me rub my sweaty sock all the way along your face, you must really love feet. So i suggest you lick my feet clean like you did Grace and Kim’s if you don’t want the rest of the halls to know about your freaky foot thing.’
My eyes rolled downwards as I pondered this line of black mail. Sarah didn’t allow me time to respond as her right foot slid further down towards my lips, which she forcefully pushed open. Her socked foot was crammed into my mouth. It was a foul taste of sweat and dirt floating around inside my mouth and tongue. I could feel her toe nails rubbing against my teeth through the socks. Sarah forcefully shouted;

‘Bite down on the top of my sock!’

I did as she commanded; she then attempted to slide her leg out of the sock. Once it finally emerged from the long athletic sock, she pushed with her toes cramming the sock deep into my mouth. Sarah then placed both of her clammy feet on my face, rubbing them round quite rampantly. I could feel the beads of sweat from her feet sinking into my skin, over my eye lids, my nose and the outside of my mouth. Sarah appeared to be relishing in subjugating me to such humiliating abuse. After several minutes of her feet in my face, she used her toes to drag the extremely soaked sock from my mouth. She then forcefully rammed her toes into my mouth, forcing me to lick and suck the dirt from the crevasses of her toes. I had little choice and I cleaned them with as much dedication as I could muster.

Sarah then removed her feet from my mouth and said;

‘You know what Dan; I played so well during practice that they decided to make me captain of the team.’

She then pointed towards her shoes and ordered me to hover my head above them. ‘I’m the best netball player at this university, I’m a straight A student, I’m beautiful. Girls want to be like me and guys want to be with me. Why don’t you take a whiff at what it smells like to be me, the smell of success’. With that she forced my head down with both of her feet down into the foul pits of her heavily worn in trainers. The smell was horrific, I could hardly breathe, and it was like breathing in pure filth. I struggled to stay conscious as I inhaled this terrible smell.

As my nose and the top of my mouth was grinded firmly into the dirty and wet sole of Sarah’s shoe, i couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging. It was incredible that anyone would want to forcefully want another human to smell their shoes. But regardless it felt like great, it was hard to comprehend.

The next few weeks presented several occasions where I was used to massage and clean the feet and shoes of Grace, Kim and Sarah. They had pinned me up against the wall, they were quite aware of my blossoming relationship with me and Francesca, and were using that as leverage. I had to do what they wanted or they would tell Fran what I was really like. Kim and Sarah mainly used me to clean their feet and shoes whenever they wanted. But Grace as usual took it to the next level, on top of that I would have to clean her whole room on a daily basis, and also clean her after she went to the toilet. She would also humiliate me in several other ways. One time she kept the socks of a boy that stayed round hers one night. She made me beg to suck on them, on my knees pleading to put them in my mouth, before ramming them in and taping my mouth shut. She would also force me to suck her strap on dildo, this was a new low, but I had no choice.


April 11th, my 21st birthday. A few of my closest friends including some new additions from Uni joined me for a meal in central London. My friends had booked us a table for 8 at an Angus Steak restaurant for roughly 7 o’clock. The table consisted of my old friends Joe, Andy and Tom from my old school days, and James, Kim, Grace and the Norwegian girl Charlotte from Uni. As crude as it might sound, we were often keen to get a good ‘chick to dick ratio’. We were young and single, and, well extremely feral.

In what was a lovely evening, I ordered the most expensive steak on the menu, which was close to thirty pounds, your only 21 once right? The drinks were flowing, and there was a great party atmosphere. Grace seemed to be behaving, as well as Kim, I’m sure they wouldn’t try and embarrass me on my birthday. During the meal I couldn’t keep my eyes off Charlotte, she was of average height for a girl, 5ft7. She was dressed in a small black dress, with black nylon tights and black leather boots with a 5 inch heel. The dress was quite revealing of her vulumputious curves, it was tight and made it hard not to gaze upon her.

‘Hey take a picture it lasts longer!’ Charlotte said.

‘I was just admiring your lovely necklace, it’s very pretty.’

‘Well I’m not sure I believe you Dan, but as it’s your birthday I will let you off!’

I could feel the sole of Charlotte’s boot resting on my leg, but I made no effort at all to move it. It was something I had done as a kid at school, I would try to get the dusty shoe prints on me and lick them later when I was at home. Charlotte exuberated confidence, she was extremely beautiful, with perhaps her only flaw her excessive use of fake tan. From my experience of Norway she was a textbook image of beauty, a Nordic goddess with long flowing black hair. (I know maybe not very Nordic, but she had black hair ok!)

We proceeded back to our Uni bar and then back to our communal area where my mates had arranged a party for me. It was a great turn out, and it wasn’t long before the music was pumping and I was being forced to chug beer from a tube and funnel. After several minutes of congregating with the guests I made my way to the hallway, where about 10 people were sitting down either side with backs to the wall just talking. I squeezed myself down opposite Charlotte, her boots lying very close to me, with one crossed over the other. I pretended to engage in the conversation that was occurring, but my eyes were drawn to the soles of her boots. I stared at the several pieces of dirt and mud, with only one thought in my mind. I was drawing a pattern of, I would start towards the top of her boot, there seemed to be a small clump of mud. Then I would work my tongue down towards the side of her boot which seemed to severely need some TLC.

I think Charlotte may have noticed as she said;

‘Hey Dan I’ve got my present for you in my room, you wanna come see it?’

I looked around at the others gathered around in the hallway, put a smug look on my face and quietly said;

‘Yup I’m ready, got the condoms in my wallet’ Sending a wink to a few of mates, Jim and Jack.

We entered her room and she went over to her laptop and clicked play on one of her rock playlists, the first song being Marilyn Manson- Lunchbox. I guessed she decided to play the music fairly loud so no one would here us make out. That’s when she commanded;

‘GET ON YOUR KNEES’

I was guessing by the way she dressed, and the music she was into that maybe she liked a bit of kinky sex, a bit presumptuous but hey. I said ‘Sure thing’. I lowered myself down, my eyes drawn back to her boots. She then pulled her hands up towards her skirt and started to pull down her purple coloured lacy panties. As she lifted her boots out of the panties I contemplated a night of ‘regular vanilla’ sex, and whether I could satisfy her.

‘Put it on your head!’ She bellowed at me.

To say I was shocked would be a massive understatement. I wasn’t anticipating this, but hey maybe I was right about the kinky thing. The thought alone was extremely humiliating it was getting my heart racing. I placed my big hands over the small lacy panties, pulling apart each side with my index finger and thumb. I lifted it above my head, pausing for a few seconds, could I really do this? I looked up to Charlotte who was smiling devilishly as she sipped on her JD and coke. It was another boundary to break, another level of self esteem to disintegrate. I lowered the panties onto my head with the front side facing down towards my lips and nose. The smell of her perfume was prevalent, but it mixed with another fragrant, it was the smell of her moist vagina. It was truly one of the most humiliating experiences of my life. On my knees, in front of Charlotte, with her underwear covering over my head and face. That smell is engrained in memory, one of which I will never forget.

Charlotte let out a lreally loud augh as she saw me kneeling before her, completely under her control. She decided to carry on to see how far she could push me.

‘Strip naked, NOW!’

I was infused with a rush of nervous energy; I was almost scared to disobey her. I quickly took off my socks, jeans and t-shirt, keeping only her panties on my head.

‘Okay, I want you to wear my panties. It’s what girls wear, you know.. bitches.’

Wow.. I was bordering on enjoying this torment, whilst feeling completely humiliated. I slipped the panties off from my head and placed them over my penis. The back side of the lace went right up my arse crack, which felt very comfortable, but just destroyed me internally. No man should be wearing this kind of underwear, it was soul destroying, I felt as far from a man as possible at that point. The front was very tight on my penis, and I could see Charlotte staring on in great satisfaction.

‘Right so are you ready for my birthday present for you?’ She said.

‘Yes.. I really am, I can’t wait anymore!’ I replied.

‘Well I’m giving you the very special privilege of cleaning the dirt and grime I have stepped in, the filth I’ve crushed in my path. The scum I’ve accumulated on my boots, is now yours to eat. I had breached so many new levels of humiliation, licking her boots seemed very tame.

‘Get on your back by the doorway’ Sarah said.

I crawled towards her en suite bathroom door and lay on my back with my head in the bathroom. She forcefully slammed her left boot down onto my chest, the heel digging in deep. The pain was excruciating, I let out a scream of agony.

‘Shut up bitch, you talk when I tell you!’

Charlotte then placed her right boot up on to my chest, using the door frame to help balance herself whilst on top of me.

‘Stick your tongue out’ she said.

I immediately obeyed as I curled my tongue along the dirt and dust that was lying on the sole of her boot. As my tongue slide along the sole, I felt a slight resistance due to the clumps of mud and other assorted filth on her boot.

‘Haha, you like that bitch? Yea I bet you do. So who am I?’

‘You’re Goddess Charlotte’ I presumed this was the correct response.

‘That’s right, and who are you?’ she questioned.

‘I’m you’re bitch?’

‘Damn right, I own you now. You are officially my property.’

This kind of talk only went towards exciting me further, I was slowly releasing myself from the shackles of embarrassment and embracing a possible life of servitude. I lay on the ground as Charlotte dipped her dirty sole into my mouth, I began scrapping my teeth along the sole to try and clean her boot as best to my ability. The dirt in my mouth was beautiful, it was Charlotte’s dirt, it was what she had stepped on, it’s what I had to remove. As I swallowed lump after lump of dirt I glanced up at Charlotte, a figure of power. Crushing me beneath her boots, I was just another thing in her path that she was more than happy to step on.

All of a sudden there was a knock at the door and Charlotte said;

‘Come in’

My blood rushed, I was panicking. What the fuck? You can’t just let anybody in, and let them see me in this precarious position beneath you boot clad feet.

‘Got him under your feet already? I must say I’m impressed.’ Those vocal tones where unmistakeable, it was Grace.

‘Has our little Doggie finally come to accept where he belongs? If you have, why don’t you slide along on your stomach and kiss my feet’. As this was our halls, Grace was just walking around bear footed. Charlotte climbed off me the opportunity to make my way towards Grace. I rolled over onto my stomach, and like a worm I slithered my naked body towards her feet. With tears in my eyes I lowered my lips on to her feet, spreading my kisses around from the tops to the toes. I was crying but I had a smile across my face, they were tears of joy.

Everything had now become ever so clear; empiricism paved the way towards my rightful place in this world, enlightening me to what I was born to do. Through experience after experience handed out by Grace and our fellow students, I’ve finally come to accept where I belong, under their royal feet. Every bit of energy in my body will be devoted fully towards serving the women that own me, for I am their possession, their personal slave.

**Part 5 to come, with a twist!

[hhhmmm]

Gold:

OMG! The boot sole licking of this story was fantastic:pbbbbblt: :) I'm sure that you have your own version of where you want to go, but I just loved this last installment:)

Thank you very much for taking the time to continue with this story. Looking forward to the next installment.

hhhmmm:)

[Goldman]

Thanks for the feedback hhhmmm, just thought i would check if people were still interested in the story.. see if it was worth finishing the fifth chapter..

[rubbermac]

Please do !!!!!! Even better with some Wellie Worship !!!1

[ssc570]

Excellent... Keep up the great work.

[got2bflats]

i'm still interested, please carry on goldman87

[shoe_licker]

I'm loving it; it almost tops slave shoelicker. Well, it actually does. All of us shoe lickers are practically drooling in anticipation for the 5th part.

[Sauur]

Sweet story! I love the new character's dominance. Please continue.

[Goldman]

Hey everyone thanks for the support! Ive been very busy lately and i will try to finish the new chapter ASAP :)

[Goldman]

‘Routine’. That’s the best way to describe my life these days; I had finally crumbled to my urges, and had accepted my fate as property of the girls. My secret was not common knowledge amongst my male flat mates, or anyone else at university. But I had been besieged with threats that if I didn’t obey them, everyone would know about me. I would be a modern day Elephant man, a freak that no-one would want to speak to, let alone date. But to be honest I had sunk to such lows in my life, I doubt I could really be broken further. The only solace I could take in life these days was the enjoyment I received from being surrounded by feet. The pleasures I get from worshiping their feet is like a drug, something that once I receive a taste of I just want more and more. The following day presents me with the lows, the feeling of disappointment, like I’ve done something wrong. But after a few hours the cycle reaches round again, and I’m desperate for my next hit.

A rotor was designed by the girls, to decide who would have me on which day of the week, and for how long. My life was being divided between them, with no say whatsoever. Grace decided as that she originally conquered me, she deserved more than anyone else. She decided to pick Monday, as she had no lectures that day, and could fully utilise my services. Also she picked Wednesday night and all day Thursday, the reasons for this was quite clear to me, even though she didn’t admit it. At our University they had a student night on Wednesday evenings in Putney, which involved a lot of dancing. I figured I was being penned in for some serious massage therapy. Sarah wanted me on Tuesdays, as that was one of the days she had netball practice. Kim took Wednesday mornings and afternoons, as well as Fridays. She had no reason at all to need me; it was more of a luxury, a convenient service. Charlotte took Saturday, and Sunday I was to be dived equally between the girls, or booking could be made for special circumstances. So that’s 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, my new routine.

It wasn’t long into my first Monday morning before I realised how Grace had changed, she had become much more assertive, much more aggressive. I no longer was allowed to sleep in my room; I was to sleep on the floor of my owner according to the rotor. Which actually gave me some breathing space in regards towards my secret, as all the lads thought I was a legend in the beginning sleeping in a different girl’s room each night. I lie on the floor, in a deep period of sleep; when SLAM!!

The force of both of Grace’s feet came crushing down across my face, hitting heavily on my eyes, nose and lips.

‘Did I say you could sleep doggie?’ Grace yelled. ‘I expect you to be awake and ready to attend to my needs. You better make sure that doesn’t happen again bitch, or you will be in store for some serious punishment!!’

I was in a state of confusion; this of course was not the best way to be woken. With my face throbbing I uttered an attempt of an apology, but with both feet firmly pressed on my face my words were incoherent. Without questioning what I said, Grace moved her left foot along my chest and propelled herself off, grinding my face in the process.

‘I’m going for a shower, have my room cleaned and the right books in my bag before I get out.’ Grace said.

I scurried along cleaning her room as quickly as I could, I didn’t want to disappoint my owner two times in one day. I removed the wine glasses and a plate, and emptied the rubbish from her bin, and made her bed. I then checked her schedule, got the right books ready for her classes and put them in her bag along with a note pad and pen. I sat there relived that I had finished her requests in time, but I thought I would go one better and show some initiative. I crawled along to where her shoes were kept and found her favourite pair of converse shoes; the ones where I had learnt every single crevasse and imperfection. I began to give long stokes along the soles of her shoes, the taste was amazing. I then had to check my feelings, as I felt I should perhaps put more focus on the tops of her shoes, as that is what will be noticed more. I began to slide my tongue back and forth in quite a quick motion along the sides and top rim of her shoes. This movement was designed to dislodge every bit of dirt in the cracks. These converse shoes are not easy to clean, but I love every second of it. As I move along to the higher parts of the shoes I become distracted and engulfed by the smell that renders me into a trance. The distinctive smell of Grace’s sweat infiltrates my nostrils and gives me a second win of life, I start licking away at her dirty shoes as quickly as possible.

That’s when the door to the bathroom opens, and Grace emerges in nothing but two towels, one over her small but beautiful pale body, and the other over her hair. I was unsure what her reaction would be, would it be one of anger, perhaps feeling I was stealing a cheap thrill, or would she be satisfied that I was eager to clean her footwear.

‘Now doggie, I’m happy that you have chosen to clean my shoes, but for future reference, you have to ask for permission before touching them.’ Grace said.


I was quite surprised by her somewhat calm demeanour; maybe the shower had cooled her off a bit.

‘So for your punishment I will be easy on you, I want you to put on a pair of my panties on and do 20 push ups in front of my feet, each time kissing my feet before pushing up.’

That was the Grace I knew, it was hard to be right with her, and even if you were she could twist it oh so easily. I stripped naked and put on a pair of black lace panties that she handed me, before beginning my push ups. I did twenty kisses to each foot, even though she didn’t ask; I felt I had to make up for my error.

‘Good doggie, I’m going to class now, I want my dinner ready for 6pm, and Pasta will be fine.’

Grace then left the room, leaving me on my knees in women’s underwear with the sweat of her angelic feet on my face, and the taste of mud and dirt swimming around my mouth and teeth. I was lucky enough to be granted some free time before Grace would be needing dinner. I spent that time researching recopies online, before going to the local shop to collect the required ingredients. Its then when I learnt although there was a rotor, if the owner was not present, I was pretty much fair game. I was cutting up some onions and bacon for the pasta in the kitchen when Charlotte strode in with a pair of black 4ich heeled leather stilettos and clunked them on the table.

‘Ok so these need to be cleaned before I go out tonight, that gives you 15 minutes. I expect them to be shining clean as if they are brand new.’ Charlotte casually demanded. I was a little angry as I had been fully focussed on preparing Grace’s meal. But I couldn’t disobey any of my new owners, so I got straight to work on licking every inch of dirt on Charlotte’s stilettos. They were very smooth so it made the task easier than Grace’s converse shoes. I licked away as quickly as I could, there were a few spots of thick dry mud that I had to scrape off with my teeth and ingest. Every now and I would stop and think about how soul crushing this experience could be; the feeling of humiliation would leave that sinking feeling. Used as a tool to clean the mud off their shoes, as they just sit there and expect it as if it’s apart of their divine right. This feeling would come and go, but right now really wasn’t the time for it, I have a busy schedule. After 10 minutes of thorough licking, I managed to remove all the dirt from the tops of Charlotte’s shoes, with a bit left on the soles. She seemed fairly pleased as I presented them to her in her room. I crouched down and kissed each of her feet before placing each shoe on, and then planting a kiss on each shoe.

‘See you later slave.’ Charlotte said before firmly placing her right shoe on my shoulder pushing me down onto the ground. She then walked all over my back before departing the room, leaving me riddling in pain on the floor from her very sharp stiletto heels. I soaked up the pain as I knew I had to finish my cooking. I completed the meal and began serving it into a pasta bowl, which had a quite wide diameter. Grace walked in with Sarah and sat down, and said;

‘Get me some water, and what about you Sarah?’

‘Water is good for me too’ She replied.

I had not expected I was cooking for three, I had cooked extra for me just in case Grace was gracious (funny Grace and the word gracious are nothing alike.) enough to allow me some. So I brought two glasses of water to the table, and two bowls of pasta. Grace then ordered me to pour myself a bowl of pasta and bring it to the table. I was genuinely surprised, was she seriously going to allow me to eat with them at the table? I placed my bowl on the table, and that’s when Grace took hold of it and bent down to the side placing it under the table by her feet.

‘Here let me season yours, get down doggie.’ Grace ordered.

I got down onto my chest and slithered my way towards my bowl, and by the time my eyes fixated on my target I saw Grace drop both of her naked soles firmly down into my pasta. She began to slowly move her feet side to side, with her toes scrunching forward and backwards. It was almost as if she was grinding a meal for a child, or a pet. Grace deep in conversation with Sarah, then folded her right leg over her left, leaving her right foot dangling in mid air covered in a red pasta bits.

‘Eat up’ she said.

I wasted no time in devouring the bits stuck to the sole of her foot, lapping up every inch of sauce that was available. Sucking and swallowing each bit of food as quickly as possible, I made my way up to her toes; starting with her big toe, taking it deep in my mouth for several seconds. I began to thoroughly clean in-between each of her toes, enjoying her home made cheese that she had provided towards the dish. After about 5 minutes or so, she instructed me to eat from the bowl, this time I had to eat around her foot from whilst within the bowl. I made quick work of this meal, licking and eating every inch of sauce and pasta providing from Grace’s gorgeous left foot. She then lifted her left foot slightly for me to clean the sole and the sides to make sure there was no more sauce left over. After I had finished, she gave a quick inspection before placing both feet on the top of my head and shoving my face into the bowl to lick it clean.

I could hear the girls laughing at my expense, they were loving the position they had manufactured for themselves. Grace then pulled me up by my hair and said to Sarah;

‘Do you want to have a go, I’m a bit busy for a few hours with some course work.’

Sarah then slid her socked foot out of her black ballerina pump and waved it in font of my face. She toyed with me, ‘Well it’s hard to turn down a good slave, my feet are killing from walking around campus all day. I bet you can smell that walk right there, huh bitch?’ They never referred to me as Dan anymore, I had lost that title, piece of shit, slave, or bitch were much more fitting. Her socks featured black and white stripes, but the sole presented towards my face showed a distinct lack of the colour white. Sarah then forcefully pushed her extremely sweaty socked foot into my face, pushing my nose back sharply. The smell was quite nauseating, she was obviously quite athletic and got around a lot, and the smell presented in front of me was quite rancid. I had little choice as the soggy and moist socks were thrusted upon my face. It was almost as if I could feel the sweat of her socks seeping into my skin. My face began to ache as Sarah lacked a certain finesse that Grace had, she was very rough.

I spent that evening with Sarah, it made sense as I was her property on Tuesday, so I was in the right place to begin my duties in the morning. Sarah was far more relaxed than Grace, she was extremely pleased to see me tongue bath her shoes. Tuesday afternoons would soon become one of my favourite parts of my week; Sarah would come back from training and present me with her heavily soaked long athletic socks. After she rubbed them in my face for a good hour, I would be given the task to lick and clean ever bit of dirt, fluff and sweat that she had built up. I was soon to find out that each girl preferred a different style of torment of me that they each enjoyed. Sarah loved to tie one of her athletic shoes over my nose and mouth, and let me inhale her scent for hours on end as she used me as a foot stool. She would vary this from time to time, by putting one of her sweaty socks in my mouth before tying the shoe over my nose.

Kim was quite different to the other girls, and on Wednesday mornings and afternoons she would enjoy sitting on my face with her plump rear. She also really took pleasure in dressing me up in her clothes, in her short skirts and bras. I think she liked to cover all bases, if there was an area of humiliation that wasn’t being covered, she would. She had a very sadistic nature to her, and would often make me do very menial chores, like cleaning her toilet bowl just after she used it. But I didn’t let that break me, and I very much enjoyed cleaning her vast array of shoes and boots, particularly her black knee high leather boots.

Wednesday nights were spent sucking the dusty soles of Grace’s club footwear. As she slept I gave my best efforts to licking and swallowing the dirt she had spent the night walking on. Thursday would be usually be a full day of servitude, anything Grace wanted done I would do. Normally I would spend a few hours massaging her tired feet as she watched day time TV.

Friday nights were always something to look forward to as Charlotte was drop dead gorgeous, but also she would let me drink with her on nights out. I met up in her room before we left the university halls. I crawled on the floor towards the bed where she was sitting. She said;

‘Open’

I opened my mouth and she firmly inserted her boot, the pointy toe sliding along my teeth before reaching the very back of my throat. It was hard for me to not gag, as she was shoving her dirty boot into my mouth. It was a pure taste of dirt and grime, it was nasty. But although it tasted foul, in a way it really turned me on. I wanted to be cleaning the shit off her boots. When Charlotte was satisfied we left for the student bar, and I bought her and a few of her mates drinks. Eventually she got to a stage where she was quite drunk, and in a bold and obnoxious mood. She commanded me to unzip her boots, telling her friends that I would do anything she said. I did as requested, in an attempt not to let loose too much information about me. A stench of sweat filled our seating area as Charlotte revealed her fishnet stockings;

‘I can make him do whatever i want.. watch... Open your mouth bitch’

I took a deep sigh of breath before deciding to just play along with it, i mean it was only two other girls. Their feet looked beautiful in their stilettos, if they were added to my rotor, I would have no complaints. I got on the floor underneath Charlotte and opened my mouth.

As I lay on the ground, my mouth was crammed with 5 of Charlotte’s delicious toes; and that’s when I I hear a very familiar voice.

‘What the fuck are you doing? Ha ha’ It was Francesca. I rotate my head to the left and see her flat black leather boots in my vision. It had been a long time since I had heard from her, and to say I was embarrassed for her to see me in this situation would be a huge understatement. Charlotte slid her toes out from my mouth, and presented me with an interesting dilemma. One of those cross road moments, do I play it off as a dare, or do I openly admit to what I’m like. I wasn’t quite ready for the latter, and I was prepared for the repercussions for my actions. She was special, one of those girls that you can’t stop thinking about, stops you eating, stops you sleeping.

‘Hey Fran!! How are you? Ha ha, yea I guess I’m proof that you shouldn’t take bets on pool when you’ve been drinking. My friend here Charlotte said I would have to suck her toes if I lost a game of pool! But I’m a man of my word so I did it! ‘

Charlotte’s face was one of shock; she couldn’t believe I would risk it all. I grabbed Fran by the hand and asked her if she would like to come back to mine for a few drinks to catch up. She thankfully agreed, and I left my Norwegian Goddess in a state of disbelief. We entered my room and I poured two glasses of vodka and orange. I gave her a glass and turned on some music from my iPod, Ginuwine would be perfect. We sat closely on the bed engaged in an amazing conversation, agreeing on everything from favourite bands to football sports teams. It’s then when our eyes locked paths, staring deeply I leant in gently place my lips onto hers. They were so tender, her breath as sweet as cupcakes. It was a feeling I had not felt for ages, reciprocation. No longer was I trapped in a one way position of worship, I felt wanted, I felt loved. It was scintillating. We tore each other’s clothes off, I peeled her panties down her legs before inserted my erect penis. Then she placed both of her legs up onto my shoulders. This turned me on even more as I was give my first glimpse at the sole of her feet. They were covered in dark black nylon tights, but I could see the size and beauty of her feet Fran then did what I was expecting the least, she dragged her nylon clad foot across the top of my head, down over my nose and rested her toes on my lips.

‘This is what you really like right bitch?’
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[hhhmmm]

Gold:

‘What the fuck are you doing? Ha ha’ It was Francesca. I rotate my head to the left and see her flat black leather boots in my vision.

I was hoping that he would be licking clean the soles of her boots:):pbbbbblt: I hope that he gets to be trampled under her with those boots, and licking the soles clean for her:)

[shoe_licker]

Is there a special reason for having my comments deleted, or must the moderator be one hell of a pompous prick?

[John]

Is there a special reason for having my comments deleted, or must the moderator be one hell of a pompous prick?

I don't show any deletions on any of your posts... :ninja:

[stivalo]

great story.
thanks