Tag: Foot worship

Support Part 1 4.6 (30)

This entry is part 1 of 6 in the series Support

A husband finds a way to support his wife

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

It all started as the result of an argument between my wife, Carol, and me. I had lost my job of 13 years and was feeling unproductive and uncaring. All I did was lay around the house and mope all day feeling sorry for myself while Carol worked as a sales clerk in the women’s clothing section of a department store. As such, she wore high-heeled shoes and hose and spent nearly the entire day on her feet, which made her feet very tired and sore. Carol was an attractive woman with long slender legs that look great in hose and heels. She was about 5′ 9″ and slender weighing about 110 lbs. She always seemed light to me, at least before now. I found out that 110 lbs. can be damned heavy. Continue reading “Support Part 1 4.6 (30)“

University Life Part 9 4.5 (25)

This entry is part 9 of 30 in the series University Life

This part continues the scene that started in the earlier part with some shoe and foot worship and foot massages

written by StompedAllOver
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

Leanne had on a pair of black leggings and a pink top with a black skull on it and her Doc Martin Jadon Max’s which I guess explained the heavy lugged sole I felt. Alina had on a pair of denim shorts with a white t-shirt and old beat-up white Adidas Superstar trainers. Riah had on blue skinny jeans, a navy hoodie, and a pretty trashed pair of brown Uggs with a button on the side. We stood chatting in the kitchen, Erin told them what we were eating, she had made a Carbonara and we discussed what movie we were going to watch. I was overruled on all my suggestions and a chick flick was chosen.
I went through to the lounge to get the Movie ready on Netflix while Erin and the girls chatted in the kitchen. The lounge had 2 large sofas and a separate armchair. I sat down on one of the sofas and looked down at the two grimy patches on my t-shirt where it had been used as a doormat. I won’t be washing that one again ever. A minute or so later the girls came through with more beers, Erin sat down on the same sofa as me and immediately put her Uggs up on my lap. Riah and Alina sat on the other sofa and Leanne went for the armchair. As the movie played Erin kicked off her Uggs and tapped my face with her bare foot and held up her foot for me to massage it. I could feel my skin burning red as the rest of the girls watched me massaging Erin’s sweaty sole. I’m not someone who is normally shy about my foot fetish and they all knew about it but I think the fact that they were all voyeuristically watching me do this added to the embarrassment. Continue reading “University Life Part 9 4.5 (25)“

University Life Part 6 4.6 (30)

This entry is part 6 of 30 in the series University Life

The next day involves mostly Rod and Erin. They are experimenting with their combined interests.

written by StompedAllOver
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

I only had a couple of classes the next day and got a lie in bed. I heard Erin moving about and getting ready to go but when I finally got up she had left for college already. Leanne’s prints had pretty much gone fortunately and other than some red dots which looked more like spots you would not have known. After my first class, I was sitting in the cafeteria having coffee and a sandwich when Erin and Leanne walked over with their lunch. Erin was wearing black leggings, a hoodie, and her black Uggs, Leanne was wearing black jeans a black shirt, and black Vans. They sat down beside me and started chatting. Leanne kept looking at my face and I said, “haha you look disappointed”. “Yeah a little”, she said. “I’m sure you will get another chance”, laughed Erin. I had one more class after lunch and told Erin I’d see her back at the flat. She had a pretty full day. Continue reading “University Life Part 6 4.6 (30)“

University Life Part 2 4.8 (53)

This entry is part 2 of 30 in the series University Life

Every young adult foot fetishist’s dream come true, part 2.

written by StompedAllOver
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

The next morning we were heading out the door to go to classes at the same time.  She didn’t say anything about the night before and I didn’t push it.  I was checking her out though as we walked down the stairs, she had her hair up in a clasp and had her University hoodie on again with skin-tight blue jeans and a beat-up old pair of black ballet flats on her bare feet.  We chatted about the classes we had on that day and what time we would be back.  I was finishing earlier than Erin that day so I said I would see her when she got back to the flat. Continue reading “University Life Part 2 4.8 (53)“

University Life Part 1 4.9 (63)

This entry is part 1 of 30 in the series University Life

Every young adult foot fetishist’s dream come true.

written by StompedAllOver
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

I was lucky when I was at University, my parents are quite rich and had agreed to buy a nice 2 bedroom flat in the centre of the city where I was studying. I had rented out the second bedroom to a friend from back home but he decided to drop out at the end of our first year. I advertised the room at the University and met with a bunch of students about it, but they were pretty much all a waste of time and I accepted I was going to be in the flat myself that year.

About a week before the start of term I was on a night out with some buddies and we ended up in a strip club in town. I was drinking at the bar when this gorgeous babe asked me to buy her a drink and if I wanted a private dance. Her name was Erin, she was 21, long dark brown hair, tanned, around 5ft 4in, cute size EU37 feet, and 110lbs with the perfect figure. She had on a white bra and panties and a pair of white knee high platform stripper boots with a 4in platform and 6in wedge chunky heel. After a couple of private dances and a couple of drinks she was sitting on my lap chatting. She was at the same University as me studying business management, I was studying engineering. She told me that she still didn’t have accommodation sorted out and that she was going to have to get something sorted in the next couple of days. I thought what the hell and told her I had a spare room and if she was interested she could come round and have a look the next day. She said that would be great and she’d be around 11 am. I was so relieved I hadn’t said anything about my foot fetish. I usually share that right away in a strip club. Continue reading “University Life Part 1 4.9 (63)“

Celeste Part 9 4 (15)

This entry is part 9 of 9 in the series Celeste

The story primarily involves psychological aspects of femdom intertwined with humiliation and physical abuse.

written by Chaosmonkey
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

I knew though that today would be very special. I was accompanying her to her friend’s wedding. At the very least she would need to acknowledge my existence, to treat me like her partner in front of other people. So, after a few uneventful hours beneath the floorboards, I drove her to the venue, a beautiful old manor house surrounded by rolling green countryside. We walked through the gates arm in arm and she introduced me to some of her friends on the terrace. Continue reading “Celeste Part 9 4 (15)“

Celeste Part 8 4 (4)

This entry is part 8 of 9 in the series Celeste

The story primarily involves psychological aspects of femdom intertwined with humiliation and physical abuse.

written by Chaosmonkey
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

Celeste spent the next couple of hours chatting to friends on the phone while I, naked in the corner, set to work licking clean her shoes and those of her friends. I knew I had to do a good job to avoid as much pain as possible but felt my tongue running bone dry by the time I started on the fourth pair, I could feel the shallow ridges of the sole cutting into its surface as Celeste joked with one of her friends about hooking up with a new man at the wedding. I carried on, licking each of eight pairs of black stilettos clean, inside and out, feeling my parched tongue follow their patent black curves, wrapping my cracking lips around those tall slender heels. Continue reading “Celeste Part 8 4 (4)“

Celeste Part 7 4 (5)

This entry is part 7 of 9 in the series Celeste

The story primarily involves psychological aspects of femdom intertwined with humiliation and physical abuse.

written by Chaosmonkey
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

Some weeks later, I was awoken by Celeste swinging her feet from the bed and placing them on my face, without even thinking I began to lick at her insteps as she sat on the edge of the bed considering what to wear to work that day.

I felt her bare foot slide down across my chest and rub up and down my body, almost affectionately. This was strange. The big toe of her other foot dipped between my lips as her foot snaked down and began to rub gently against my cock. What was going on? It had been months since she had done anything that suggested I was anything more than her carpet and shoe cleaner, had something changed? I know that she and Steve were no longer seeing each other, but did that mean we would go back to how we were? Continue reading “Celeste Part 7 4 (5)“

Celeste Part 6 3.2 (5)

This entry is part 6 of 9 in the series Celeste

The story primarily involves psychological aspects of femdom intertwined with humiliation and physical abuse.

written by Chaosmonkey
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

I found myself once more beneath the floorboards as I heard her key turn in the lock later that evening. She was on the phone with Jane as she strode in. As usual, she barely looked down as she began wiping her shoes on my upturned face. I tasted the grit of the street on the hard soles as they pushed painfully down on my battered tongue and lips. All she cared about was that her shoes were clean.

“You wouldn’t believe it. It was the most amazing night”.

She slipped a barefoot out of one shoe and began wiping it slowly back and forth from heel to toes against my outstretched tongue, dipping her toes in and out to ensure the spaces between them were perfectly cleaned. Continue reading “Celeste Part 6 3.2 (5)“

Celeste Part 5 4.2 (5)

This entry is part 5 of 9 in the series Celeste

The story primarily involves psychological aspects of femdom intertwined with humiliation and physical abuse.

written by Chaosmonkey
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

Celeste returned just after I had finished tongue cleaning the last of her three hundred and twenty-seven pairs of shoes. To make sure I never missed any, I numbered each pair and ticked them off each time I performed this task, which was at least once a week. I just had time to dart back downstairs and through the trapdoor to be waiting at the front door as she arrived. I felt a sense of relief, joy even, as I saw that she was wearing a pair of pointy black patent flats. Hard and unyielding, yes, but for once no spike heel would pierce and tear at my flesh. Continue reading “Celeste Part 5 4.2 (5)“