Tag: Shoe worship

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)“

Celeste Part 4 4.2 (6)

This entry is part 4 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

The doorbell rang. I shivered. Jane again, I thought. Okay, well, so be it. What did it matter anymore? I was resigned to my life as Celeste’s floor and all that went with it.

“How do I look?”

Celeste looked more beautiful than ever, stunning. I smiled weakly, it was all I could manage. She looked radiant, so full of life. Despite the pain, I remember thinking how lucky I was. Continue reading “Celeste Part 4 4.2 (6)“

Celeste Part 3 4.3 (6)

This entry is part 3 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 slept fitfully beneath the floorboards. It was comfortable enough. I felt oddly at home. I won’t try to describe how I felt. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. To see Celeste, the love of my life, do that, and do it so casually, and to hear her talking like that about another man… I just don’t have the words for that. I expected her to come home in the early hours of the morning. I felt sure that she would apologize, tell me that she knew she’d gone too far. Time passed. I remember waking up at one point and noticing that it was daylight and that she still wasn’t home. Maybe she’d crashed on the sofa at Jane’s. I dozed off again. Continue reading “Celeste Part 3 4.3 (6)“

Celeste Part 2 4 (8)

This entry is part 2 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

So that’s what I became. I cut holes in the floor, in front of the door, in front of the sofa, under the dining table, here and there throughout the flat. Some are big enough for my face and chest to fit through, others smaller holes for my cock and balls. I got hold of an old mechanic’s trolley, the sort they use for sliding under cars, and built a trap door so I could get under the floorboards and slide around on the trolley. Continue reading “Celeste Part 2 4 (8)“

Celeste Part 1 5 (10)

This entry is part 1 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

It had all started normally enough. I had met Celeste at a party, I forget which one, but I could never forget that moment when I first saw her strut across the room. She was perfect, more than perfect. Stunningly beautiful, yes, but so much more than that. There was something about the way she moved with such absolute poise and confidence, with such certainty. I was mesmerized, utterly in awe, a shock almost. It didn’t even occur to me that she might talk to me, let alone be interested in me. She was on another level. In fact, I remember thinking that at the time, she was just on a completely different level to me. Continue reading “Celeste Part 1 5 (10)“

Violin Virtuoso 3.9 (22)

This is a story about a man who had fully committed himself to one dominant woman, special to him.

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

I remember like it was yesterday opening that case, slowly lifting the lid, running my fingers along the velvet interior, not even daring to touch the smooth hardwood of the violin itself. It was days before I had the courage to actually touch it, weeks before I finally lifted out from the case and held it aloft. I was in awe, more than that, I was scared by it, by what it meant to me, of the memories. It was so much a part of my grandfather, so much a part of my childhood. All those years staring up at him, his eyes screwed shut, his fingers dancing along its neck. They say he was the best of his generation, a true virtuoso. The music flowed from him, flowed directly into my soul, not so much sound as pure emotion. I could feel it reverberate through every cell of my body, it wasn’t something external, it somehow seemed to come from within me. Every note, every pause, every moment took me into an ever more dreamlike state. It was my religious ecstasy, my paradise. I felt so close to him, connected by the pure emotion of his music. When he played the world simply melted away, it stopped to listen, sat in rapture until he was finished, until he shut that magical violin back in its case and the spell was broken. Continue reading “Violin Virtuoso 3.9 (22)“

Indulgent Next Door Neighbor – Part III 4.7 (14)

This entry is part 3 of 3 in the series Indulgent Neighbor

he becomes a friendly foot licker on demand

written by Solestruck
 original source of the story was Unknown source

For the next few months, my neighbor would once or twice a week, usually alone but sometimes with her friend, solicit me for service. I had a pretty sweet deal. Usually though it was just feet when my neighbor was alone, but whenever the friend came they wanted their shoes done. I think they just liked the act of it, of watching it take place together. It was an experience for them to enjoy together and only cost them an extra $25 a piece. We had worked out a deal where my neighbor would just write a check at the end of each week for the tally of services. Sweet deal.

Continue reading “Indulgent Next Door Neighbor – Part III 4.7 (14)“