I ought not to have gazed at them.
Two women entered my store, exploring and inquiring about any discounts. I had to tell them I unfortunately could not offer them any deals.
The daughter caught my eye, wearing flip-flops in the dead of October. As someone who has a fetish for feet, I couldn't help but glance at hers.
Later on, when one of my colleagues was off the floor, the mother returned.
I asked her if she needed assistance, to which she said "yes, you can." They inquired if I would give them something for free.
I responded with an unfortunate no. The mother joked, "Our daughter said she'd love to see you naked, begging me to let you lick her feet."
I found myself stunned but refused. The mother said regretfully, "That's too bad."
As I prepared to leave for the day, the daughter approached me.
"So, you want to lick those pretty feet of mine, huh?" she asked. I stammered, "Yes, please."
She smiled and invited me to her house. I had no words during the walk, just following her.
Upon arrival, she demanded I undress and kneel in the living room.
The mother chuckled and asked if I desired to lick her daughter's feet. I admitted yes.
The mother requested £100 (£200 to lick her daughter's feet). I informed her I didn't have that amount on hand.
However, she gave me an ultimatum: strip naked and retrieve the money.
Despite reservations, I agreed to their terms.
In the street, I traipsed to an ATM wearing only my trousers and trainers, enduring rain and public presence.
Naked, I returned to the house and handed over the cash. My desperation for her feet was apparent, leading them to consider how others might react to seeing me in this state.
So, they threatened to divide my genitals into two, lock them away, and make me live life like that if I didn't carry out their demands. I begged them not to let them close a secret, and they consented.
They told me to return the following week, which I did. They asked for more money (£50 for the daughter's nails this time) and once more, I agreed.
This time, she presented me with a chastity cage. I proceeded to put it on, as instructed, and she seemed pleased.
Over time they informed me that I could rent a room from them.
Soon the daughter inquired about my foot fetish again and recommended I clean her feet. I agreed, but realized I was trapped there by her will.
My captors laughed about my dire situation and stated they would call for assistance if I broke my promise.
Paradoxically, their threat enhanced my obedience. Although it cost any potential anonymity, it was important to them that I didn't disobey.
I was placed under their control, and they made it a requirement for me to check in daily at their store.
As a sign of my submission, I purchased shoes that wouldn't cover my entire feet to satisfy their demands. In those shoes, I reported to their store, and they never failed to remind me of my penchant for feet – enforced by the chastity cage.
Each day, they would ensure their twisted needs were met, bearing witness to my obedience.
Thus far, their request has cost me my wealth, my freedom, and any hope of maintaining a normal life. But, in essence, they've only made me their personal foot slave.
Still, they would make it their mission to humiliate me like an animal, laughing and kicking me to remind me of the day they put their boots on my back.
I agreed to her proposal, and relocated within a month. From then on, she required me to constantly wear the chastity device, as well as clean her feet whenever she desired it.
Leanne, aka my divine Leanne, proposed to me and I happily accepted her offer. While wedded, she permitted me to jerk off onto her exquisite feet, though it's the only sexual release I'm allowed.
Despite these restrictions, I adore her stunning feet and find joy in making her delighted.
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