I was Curious about Foot Worship
I was at my neighborhood bar one evening with a couple of my neighbors. The TV was on as usual, but we weren't really paying any attention to what was on. No game was on that evening, so the bartender had some movie playing.
Right in the middle of my conversation with my neighbor Jim, my other neighbor George, called our attention to the movie. We looked up at the TV, to see a guy licking a woman's bare feet.
Jim said, "What the hell is that guy doing? Is he crazy? That's disgusting! They couldn't pay me enough to do that! It's totally weird. Why do they make up stuff like that to put in movies? Maybe shock value, to bring in more money, I guess."
George said, "I don't know about that, Jim. You are pretty straight laced and what is known as 'Vanilla', mainly due to your strict religious upbringing, but there are a lot of different fetishes out there that a lot of people have, and participate in. Any reason to suppose foot worship isn't just one of the many possibilities."
"Well, if that's true, then as far as I'm concerned, 'No thank you'! What about you, Chris? What do you think about all that?"
I was transfixed by what I was seeing on the screen. Jim had to repeat the question.
I said that I never really heard of foot worship before, although I knew there were a lot of fetishes and fetishist people practicing a somewhat different lifestyle. I said that, as far as I was concerned, It was live, and let live.
The conversation would have gone on a bit longer, but the bartender yelled 'Last Call'! which hastened us to finish our drinks, and head home. Outside the bar, we said goodnight, and went our own way home.
When I got home, I got to thinking about what we saw in the movie, and our discussion about it, which made me very curious. I was surprised to find myself a bit intrigued about what I saw, so I went on the internet to see if this 'foot worship' fetish was indeed a real thing.
To my surprise, the internet revealed numerous sites about foot fetish and the foot worship fetish! There were even sub-categories. Everything including: socks, stockings, boots, shoes, and strictly bare feet.
I clicked on the ones talking about the bare feet only fetish, and barefoot worshiping. Some of the sites indicated there were some women who practiced barefoot worship, requiring the worshiper, whether man or woman, must be barefoot as well, since it was also part of their kink which was a turn on for them.
The more I read about it, the more intrigued I became. Looking at the photos on various sites seeing guys worshiping women's feet, and even women worshiping women's feet got me hard.
This really surprised me! I had no idea this would turn me on, but, no denying it, I was rock hard, and wanting more! But, it was late, and I had work tomorrow, so I put a pin in it, and went to bed.
I couldn't wait for the work day to be over, so I could get home and research the bare feet and foot worship life style. After dinner I got on the internet, and pulled up the foot fetish sites. It wasn't long before I was rock hard again looking at the photos, and imagining myself there with them. What was happening to me? I was never into any of these things before; actually, never knew all these lifestyles even existed!
I got so into these sites that I decided I had to make contact with someone in that lifestyle!
So, I searched a bit further, and found some people that I could email, and start chatting with, and develop an acquaintance and possibly a friendship.
A number of possibilities presented themselves, so I emailed five of what I considered the most promising of the lot, wondering if I would even get a response.
To my surprise, I start getting replies within ten minutes. Within a half hour, I had all five replies. It turned out, one of the replies was a guy, so that went in the trash bin, but the other four were women. I picked one I felt was the best one, and typed a reply, but I hesitated before clicking 'send'. I was nervous, despite being strangely excited! What the hell am I doing, I wondered!
After two minutes of waffling, I thought, 'what the hell! In for a penny, in for a pound', and clicked send.
The reply came back almost immediately! She must have been looking at her screen to see if I was going to email her. I had set up a gmail account so my real account wasn't involved in any of this.
"Hello, Barefoot Slave! I love your email name. So, are you new to this lifestyle, or have you been participating in it for a while now?"
I sent back that I was very new, and haven't had any experiences with it as yet. Just that I was mainly curious.
She sent me her phone number. I was to call if really interested, and we could talk about all that the lifestyle involved. She said her name was Victoria, and she sent a photo of herself along with it.
She was beautiful! If nothing else, I had to meet her in person, even if the foot worshiping didn't pan out. I just had to meet her!
I called her, and we spoke for a half hour, getting acquainted. She filled me in a little bit on what the lifestyle was like for the worshiper and the one whose feet were being worshiped. She gave me her address, which wasn't far, and told me to come over tomorrow night, then we could get better acquainted, and talk further about this lifestyle I was nervously contemplating.
It was Friday night, which meant John, George, and I usually met up at our local bar. I was a little late because of the phone call with Victoria. They were in the middle of arguing about our local sports team. When they spotted me, I got dragged into the argument. After ten minutes, we called it a draw, and got talking about movies we liked.
George said, "Hey, do you guys remember that movie we saw last week here on the TV? What was that called?"
Neither John nor I could remember. I was about to change the subject, hoping they wouldn't remember the foot worship scene. No such luck.
George suddenly laughed, said, "Oh! I remember now! I still can't remember the movie name, but we saw that guy licking the woman's feet! Remember?"
"Oh yeah, now I remember! We talked about that scene, and if that sort of thing was really that commonly practiced. Remember Chris? You didn't seem to believe that lifestyle was a real thing!"
I was always a bad liar, and was worse trying to keep my feelings from showing. I said that I remembered the movie, but still didn't believe any of it as real. The looks they gave me told me they didn't really believe me, but they didn't pursue it.
We went on to other topics until last call, and made our way home. I was a little concerned the guys might think that I was checking out the foot worship lifestyle. I would be totally embarrassed, and those two clowns would never let me live it down.
I decided to put a pin in it for now, and sat down with a beer before going to bed. I kept thinking about tomorrow night, meeting Victoria, which kept me tossing and turning most of the night.
Saturday morning came at last. I showered, shaved, dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast. Afterward, I went through my email messages, (my private email) of course. After I finished up, I called Victoria to see when she wanted me at her home. She said to make it for 7 o'clock. We talked for a little, I said I couldn't wait to meet her in person, and, saying goodbye, I hung up the phone.
The day just seemed to drag, until it was time to leave for Victoria's home. When I arrived, I just stood on the step and stared at the doorbell. What was I doing?! A couple of more minutes passed, and then I took a deep breath and pushed the button.
Victoria opened the door and ushered me inside. She led me to the living room and motioned to a chair next to the couch.
"Sit down, and remove your shoes and socks, slave."
Slave? What was going on here? She stood over me waiting.
"Uh, I-I didn't commit to this. At least not yet, Victoria. I'm still trying to get my head around all this!"
"I know you haven't committed to the lifestyle yet. But as we discussed on the phone, I am a Dominatrix who demands that those who worship my feet will be referred to as 'slave'. And, as my slave, you will not be permitted foot wear of any kind. You must go in bare feet permanently.
Now not only is it up to you to accept me as your Dominatrix, it is also my decision to accept you as my slave, or not.
Calling you slave now is just to give you a taste of what it is like being called 'slave'. And, I told you to remove your shoes and socks, at this point, so I can have a good look at your feet. I want a slave whose feet turn me on as much as my feet turn my slave on. So, do as I say, and remove your shoes and socks, NOW! And you will address me as Mistress, or Mistress Victoria! Is that clear slave?"
Her sudden tone of voice left no doubt that she was in charge here. I yanked my shoes, then my socks off as fast as I could!
"Y-Yes Mistress Victoria! Sorry, I'm still trying to get my feet wet, as it were."
She laughed, said, "Get your feet wet! That's very good! We may literally work that into a session some time."
She looked my feet over very carefully, and then gave me a long hard look. She went to the couch, and sat down.
"I have accepted you as my foot slave. You have very nice feet for a man. So many men have horrible feet!"
I started to put my socks and shoes on again, but was stopped in my tracks by her very commanding voice.
"What do you think you are doing, slave?! Put those socks down! Even if you haven't yet committed to being my foot slave, you are still required to remain in bare feet when in my presence! Now come over here on your knees, and remove my shoes. If you like what you see, well and good. If not, then we are finished. Continue."
"Yes, Mistress Victoria. I am sure I will love what I see when I remove your shoes."
And I wasn't wrong! She asked if I liked what I was seeing, to which I replied that I thought her feet were beautiful! I claimed they were as beautiful as she was!
"Okay. Now we have reached the time for you to make your decision. If you are ready to commit to be my bondage and foot slave, lick the soles of my feet and beg to be my slave. Otherwise, you can get up, take your shoes and socks and leave. But you must be barefoot until you leave the house. That will conclude this meeting and we will go on our separate ways.
Now, CHOOSE, SLAVE!"
"Mistress Victoria, you didn't mention anything about me being a bondage slave also. Why would I be put into bondage?"
"When you are going into a session of worshiping my feet, I must have full control over you. Being a slave, you shouldn't have the ability to just decide to stop and walk away. I can't and won't permit that. I demand full control over my slave, so you must and will be bound.
Now, once again, CHOOSE, SLAVE!
OMG!!! I thought we would have a couple of meetings and discuss the foot worship lifestyle before I was going to be asked to make the big decision! Mistress Victoria was staring at me with an expectant look on her face. What to do, what to do???
Okay, in for a penny, in for a pound! I decided in for a pound, and I took both of Mistress' feet in my hands and licked both of them from the heels up to and including each of her toes! I even licked in-between every one of her toes! Even her ankles! It was done! I was now really in the foot worshiping lifestyle, and I begged to become Mistress Victoria's slave!
"I accept you, slave! And you really are my slave, now! You have not only licked the soles of my feet, but also my heels, and my toes, including in-between my toes! Then finished up licking my ankles! You are the penultimate foot fetishist and slave.
You really had no idea, did you slave?"
"No, Mistress Victoria, I really didn't. I really love your feet, and I need to be at your feet as much as possible."
I was so hard and horny; I thought I was going to cum right then and there. My new Mistress noticed this also. She told me I had to beg permission to cum. She explained the rules I was now bound to. If I broke any rule, I was to be manacled and shackled and subjected to whatever torture Mistress wished to put me through. The very thought scared the hell out of me, but I was in it now. There was no turning back.
Mistress showed me a tape of me worshiping her feet like the subjugated slave I had just become! If I tried to get out of being her foot slave, she would put this session on the internet complete with my name, address, and phone number for all to see!
I was screwed! But in a strange way, I didn't mind it. Oddly enough, the thought of being Mistress Victoria's absolute and total slave, completely under her control, excited me even more than before! What the hell was happening to me?
"Okay slave, lie down on your back, so I can rest my feet on your face."
"Yes Mistress! It will be my pleasure!" I couldn't get into position fast enough! I wanted, no, I needed those beautiful feet on me! God! I really was totally hers!
"Close your eyes, and lift your head a bit for me."
I did as requested, even though it was a little difficult with her feet on me, but I managed it. I felt something cold surround my neck, and then heard a distinct 'click'. I was told to lower my head back down and open my eyes.
I felt around my neck, and was surprised to find I was locked in a neck collar!
"Now that you are my slave, I require you to wear a slave collar. Now, you will buy a burner phone to be used only between us. Carry it at all times! From now on, when I call for you to come to my feet, you will enter from my garage. I will tell you the code for the door, and you memorize it. Make sure you do not forget it! If you do, and I have to out to get you, punishment will follow.
When you come in to the garage, you will close the door, and then you will remove your shoes, socks and any other footwear you may be sporting. You will take the slave collar that you are now experiencing, and put it on. It locks automatically.
You will then open the door to the house, and ask to be permitted to enter. When permission is given, you will then step in, fall to your knees and crawl over to my feet and beg permission to worship them! Is this understood, slave?"
I mumbled 'Yes, Mistress, as best as I could with her feet still on my mouth and face. I was commanded to remain in that position for an hour or so, which suited me just fine. I loved it! Within the last couple of hours, I had become a raging barefoot fetishist! A couple of weeks ago, I would never have believed it!
When Mistress removed her feet, she gave permission for me to stand. I knew enough to wait for it, even though I was still new at being a slave. As a slave, it is definitely good to learn fast, as punishments can come swiftly and harshly.
Mistress took a key and unlocked what was now my slave collar, and gave me permission to leave and go home.
"You will crawl out on all fours slave. You may use the front door this one time, as that was how you entered my house, as a free man, but now you leave as my lowly, pathetic foot slave! And, make sure you do not put your socks and shoes on until you close the door behind you."
"Yes Mistress. But what if someone sees me putting my socks and shoes on while I'm sitting on your step? Wouldn't they wonder why I came out in bare feet?"
"No concern of mine. The neighbors know I'm into different kinds of things, and they are content to mind their own business. Now leave, and call or email me your new burner phone number when you get it.
Meanwhile, I require you back here at noon tomorrow. Do not be late, and do not think to abandon this relationship. Remember the video. I will post it immediately if you go back on your obligation to serve me when you have been summoned, slave!"
"Yes, Mistress Victoria. I will be here tomorrow at noon as you have commanded."
I crawled out to the step in my bare feet, and then when I got the door closed, I was able to sit on the step, and finally put my socks and shoes back on.
On the drive back home, I started quaking with fear at my situation! I was now just as much a slave than if I was bound in chains! I was in deep shit! I couldn't let anyone know about my situation; finding out would lose any friends I had, plus the embarrassment of everybody knowing, friends, family, and maybe cost me my job.
Yet, with all of that, looking back to the last few hours got me excited all over again, and as hard as I had ever been in my life! Even though I was frightened as to what my life had just become, I still was as happy as I could ever remember!
Victoria, 'I could think her name as long as I never said it out loud', was definitely not a girl friend, nor would she ever be. She was a Dominatrix who had no interest in me other that having me worship her feet as her own personal barefoot slave. She even indicated that if I drew a punishment from her, I would be locked in manacles and shackles while she administered whatever punishment she saw fit, making me just a bondage slave locked, chained in bare feet, totally at her mercy! And with that thought in my head, the bulge in my pants grew even bigger! What was going on with me!?
After I returned home, I got ready to go to bed, even though it was still early. Rethinking all those thoughts on the drive home, including the possibility of being manacled and shackled in bare feet, undergoing Mistress' torture, got me so excited, I had a raging orgasm! I had to change my pajamas, they were so wet!
My God! What has happened to me? Was this always lying beneath my physical and emotional make up? After changing, I got in bed thinking about tomorrow. What was I in for? I fell asleep thinking about all of it. My new life! Oh, God!
The next thing I knew, it was Sunday morning. I hopped out of bed, showered, shaved, dressed, and got breakfast. I went out early to buy the burner phone Mistress commanded me to get. I avoided running into anyone I knew, because I was sure they would know something was up with me. As stated before, I have a face that gives everything away when I have a secret I don't want revealed. And, BOY, this is something I don't want revealed!
I arrived at Mistress Victoria's garage at 11:50. I had memorized the garage code and entered it. Thank God I remembered it correctly! Once inside, I closed the door, removed my shoes and socks, and snapped my slave collar around my neck as instructed. It locked automatically, which caused a stirring in me, knowing that I could not get it off without Mistress using her key. I then knocked on the door to the house and opened it.
"Mistress, may I enter your house, please?"
"Enter slave! You are just in time. Lateness brings punishment, so be mindful in future!"
"Yes Mistress! I will not forget!"
I entered, closed the door, got down on all fours, and crawled over to her feet which were already bare. God, how I love those feet!
"Mistress may I please worship your beautiful feet? Please?! I really need to worship them."
"Not yet slave. Did you by chance get your burner phone?"
"Yes Mistress! I got it this morning. I didn't want to make you wait to be able to summon me to your feet! But, Mistress, I have a job that I need to go to Monday through Friday. If I Mistress many days, or leave in the middle of the day, I would lose my job."
I told her the number, (I had it memorized).
"Okay slave. I won't summon you other than Saturday or Sunday. I'll need a list of holidays that you are off work. Also, how many weeks vacation you get, and when you want to take it."
"I'll have all the information you want next time I am summoned to your feet, Mistress."
I was finally given permission to kiss, lick and worship Mistress Victoria's feet after she locked my hands in manacles and my bare feet in shackles, putting me in total inescapable bondage. I started in worshiping her feet with gusto, happy to be performing my duty as her literal prisoner and foot slave.
The day was long, which was fine with me. Mistress kept me at her feet for over an hour. Then, she had lie on the floor so I could happily have her marvelous feet on my face, just as we did before. I was getting tired, but I didn't care. I was having the time of my life, even if I was nothing more than her prisoner as well as her slave. I spent the time rock hard. I couldn't believe I didn't cum, but that would have brought punishment. Perhaps that was the reason I was able to control it.
At nine o' clock, Mistress gave me permission to leave. She unlocked and removed my manacles and ankle shackles as well as my slave collar and told me to put it where I found it coming in. I thanked her, and left the same way I came in.
When I got home, I had an email waiting for me on what I referred to as, my slave account.
It said that this was to remind me of the fact that even though I wasn't in chains, I was still very much her prisoner as well as her slave. A video accompanied it of my enslavement yesterday, and various clips of my enslavement today, with a warning that this could very easily be made public!
Even though this put a scare in me, I was amazed that I was getting hard again!
Seriously, why would I find that exciting? The last thing I wanted was for anyone finding out about this, yet in spite of that, I felt another orgasm on its way! I made it to the toilet before I exploded, saving me having to change my trousers and boxers.
A couple of hours later, I fell into bed exhausted, thinking about the coming workweek. It was time to get back to my other life. I had to stop thinking about Mistress, and me being a slave.
The week went by as usual. Work by day, the bar by night with my neighbor friends. I was getting pretty good keeping my expression neutral so John and George didn't keep looking at me strangely and asking what was the matter with me.
Friday finally rolled around, and I started thinking again about the upcoming weekend. As before, I was nervous and somewhat frightened, but despite that, I found myself getting tingling sensations in my groin once again. Lord! Where was this all heading? I sincerely hoped my slavery was going to go in a good direction, but Mistress took a bit of a dark turn once I committed myself to her and her feet.
The threat of me as a slave to her feet being put on the internet was what kept me her prisoner, even though I wasn't in chains. I was wondering when she would summon me tomorrow.
Five o'clock came, and I headed for home. I was just inside my front door, when my burner/slave phone rang. Oh God, tonight?! Please tell me you're setting a time for tomorrow! I pressed the answer button with trepidation. I answered the way I was commanded under pain of punishment.
"How may your slave serve you, my Mistress?"
"Are you done work for the day, slave?"
"Yes Mistress. We quit at five o'clock. I just got home."
"Good! Get yourself over here. You have a half hour, so get moving! You definitely do not want to be late!"
"Yes Mistress! I'm on my way!"
Oh God! Am I going to be at her feet tonight, tomorrow, and perhaps Sunday as well? It seems my weekends are going to be very different from now on. How am I going to explain my absence to my friends?
I shook myself out of my thoughts. I had to get moving! Lateness draws punishment. Something I didn't need nor want!
I got to her garage in good time, removed my shoes and socks, and then put my slave collar on which locked automatically. I knocked on the door, opened it and went through my mantra. I was beckoned to come in.
I approached her feet on my hands and knees, and begged to worship her feet as directed.
She told me to lie face down on the floor instead, and to put my hands behind my back. I had no idea what this was all about, but I complied right away. I then felt something metal snapped on my wrists.
Oh Shit! I was locked in manacles behind my back! Was I being punished!?
"Have I done something wrong Mistress? I'm so sorry if I did! Please forgive me! Please don't punish me!!!"
"Silence slave! You have done nothing wrong so far, at least. Now stay still. I'm not done with you."
She pulled my feet together and locked them in shackles! Oh God! I was now in complete bondage!!!
I was totally helpless with Mistress, my Dominatrix, standing over me! What was about to happen?!
"Mistress, May I please know why you have put me in bondage? You said I have done nothing wrong! I'm confused, and frightened! Am I to remain bound and chained all evening?"
"Slave, you are to remain bound and chained all WEEKEND!!! When I want my feet worshiped, I will help you to your knees. You of course, will not be able to hold my feet in your hands with them locked behind your back. So, you will have to make up for it with your lips and your tongue only!"
"I'm to remain in bondage the whole weekend? Mistress, I am surely going to be Mistressed! I'm not good at making things up and lying! What am I going to tell people when they want to know where I have been?"
"Not my problem, slave. Hell, just tell them the truth. Say that you are a pathetic foot slave and that you are owned by your Dominatrix. Then you won't have to lie!"
Mistress laughed, and commanded me to worship her feet. I discovered that the frustration of not being able to touch her feet with my hands was getting me excited!
And, locked hand and foot in this metal bondage also gave me a raging hard on!
I was becoming more and more convinced that I was meant to be a barefoot bondage foot slave owned by this Dominatrix.
While I was licking her toes, she told me that I was to be locked in bondage whenever I was in her presence from now on!
Unbelievably, instead of being frightened, I was actually pleased at hearing this pronouncement! It made me even more her prisoner, as well as her slave! And I loved the thought of it
I was really happy accept this arrangement. Plus, no options here! I'm a slave, and being put in bondage, as a barefoot slave to my Mistress, made absolute sense to me. I must accept what my Dominatrix wants of me.
No choices here, no more free will. I must obey my Mistress as it should and must be.
I am no longer a free man. I am an owned slave. Mistress Victoria, owns me body and soul. And, while thinking of all that, while I was still licking her heels, soles, and toes, I got so worked up; I climaxed right in my trousers!!!
Oh God! I could only hope Mistress didn't notice my disobedience! I didn't want to be punished! I am to be chained in bondage for the whole entire weekend! Please, I didn't want it to start out in punishment as well!
My hope dissolved very quickly.
"SLAVE!!! What did you DO!!! You climaxed without my permission! This weekend is now going to go in a whole different direction!"
I tried to apologize, and beg mercy from Mistress, but at the moment, I couldn't even speak!
I couldn't believe the thought of what was about to happen to me was still keeping me hard! I should be quaking with fear, and I was, but I was excited all the same!
This convinced me that I must be the penultimate total willing slave and submissive! Living in fear of my Dominatrix and at the same time enjoying that fear of bondage and punishment!
God! How was Mistress going to punish me, and for how long?
I didn't have long to wait to find out what my punishment was going to be.
"Get on your feet slave, NOW!!!"
Oh God! I have never seen Mistress this angry! Right now, my fears were definitely more prevalent than my excitement at this moment.
She frog marched me as fast as my shackled feet would allow to the bathroom. I was directed to stand next to the toilet, where a chain was locked to a ring in the wall about head high. It extended to the floor with an open padlock through the last link.
Mistress took the padlock and locked it to my shackles. She then removed my manacles, and ordered me to remove my shirt and T-shirt. I quickly complied knowing her mood.
She re-locked my hands behind my back once more, then opened the padlock and re-chained the wall chain to a ring on my slave collar.
I was ordered to sit, and then Mistress removed my shackles prior to removing my trousers and boxers. With that done, she re-shackled my feet.
She unlocked the wall chain from my collar and ordered me into the shower.
"Mistress Victoria, I can't shower while in bondage. Can you release my hands?'
"No, slave, you will not be released from your bondage for the rest of the weekend; nor will you be allowed to wear clothes. I will scrub you down in the shower, and then you will be taken to my dungeon where you will entertain me, chained in various torture devices until Sunday night.
Pray, Slave, that I decide to release you Sunday night, and not keep you for a whole week!"
Oh God! She actually has a bondage and torture dungeon! Mistress is a total dominatrix complete with her own dungeon! I am in deep, deep, shit!
"Oh Please Mistress! I can't afford to lose my job! Please, please, release me Sunday night, so I can make work on Monday morning!
I pray the punishments I will receive from you, will be sufficient to permit me to be released Sunday night!"
"We will see, slave. You are in for a bad time of it. I have to launder your soiled clothes, which is adding to your punishments and tortures!
Make very sure you do nothing further to anger me, or you will spend the next MONTH here in bondage!"
"I will be on best behavior Mistress! Your submissive foot slave always!"
Mistress showered and scrubbed me down with the water which was bitter cold! It was just the first of the punishments and tortures to come. She dried me off, and ordered me out of the shower.
"Okay, slave, follow me to the dungeon. Your next adventure is waiting for you there."
She opened a door to a room I had never been in before. My jaw dropped! This was indeed a dungeon! Looking around, taking it all in, I whimpered. My fear factor went up exponentially! And unbelievably, I was getting hard again! I was facing all sorts of untold torture, and I was still getting excited! Oh God!: what the hell is the matter with me?!
Mistress noticed my member growing hard. She smiled knowingly. She understood, even though I did not, why I was getting excited at the prospect of undergoing many various tortures for the whole weekend.
"I see you getting excited my pathetic foot slave, even though you know are going to receive some pretty serious punishments over the next couple of days; longer, if you displease me.
Now lie down on the platform over there."
I obeyed immediately. I certainly did not want to displease my Mistress if I wanted to be released Sunday night!
"Okay, lie face down."
Once again: immediate compliance. After a moment, I felt a pair of metal ankle cuffs being locked on, keeping my feet locked tight together. Mistress then pulled my feet up toward my hands by my ankle shackle chain. I heard a 'click', and Mistress stepped up to my head. I tried to put my feet down, but couldn't! God! She put me in a hogtied position, but in chains instead of ropes!
She turned me on my side, and looked at my cock.
"Still hard I see? With all that you are about to undergo? You really are a pathetic foot slave! I'm beginning to think this is what you really want; total bondage!! Complete with the whole gambit; manacled, shackled in bare feet, also naked, and enjoying every torture I wish to impose on you as a permanent way of life!
Just my pathetic, totally submissive bondage and foot slave! The days before your slavery and the freedom that went with it, only a past and fading memory as you beg for more discipline, then beg for it to stop, while enjoying every moment of it!
Am I reading you correctly, my slave? Is this what you really want? If it is, I can certainly arrange it!"
"OH NO, MISTRESS VICTORIA!!! That isn't what I wish for! As much as I love your beautiful feet, and gladly submit to being in bondage in order to be allowed to worship them, I still need to be free, and live my other life as well. I love being your slave, and submitting to whatever you do that excites and frightens me, but I really don't want to give up my other life!!!"
"Okay slave. It just needed to be said. Now we both know what you are feeling. Now, I have something you are going to love! Have a look!"
She picked up a device and showed it to me. Oh God no!!! It was a cock cage! She was going to lock me in a cock and ball cage!
"Please No, Mistress! Please don't lock me in the cock and ball cage! I beg you!!!"
"Look at it this way slave; this is your revenge on your cock and balls for getting you into so much trouble. You're in bondage, and now so are they!"
I whimpered as she iced my cock to so it would go down. She then fitted the ring around my balls, and slid the cage on my cock.
The locking mechanism wasn't a padlock, but a device that fitted in from the cage to the ball ring to the other side of the cage. Once Mistress inserted the locking device, she turned the key, removed it, and I was permanently locked in chastity!
I lost control and whimpered, whaled, and cried! This was beyond horrible! Not only was it now impossible to orgasm, I could not even get hard, which made it even more torturous, because my cock was still going to try!
"Mistress Please! Please have mercy! Please, please don't leave the cock cage on me for the whole weekend"
"Ha! Did you say weekend? Slave, you are going to wear this cock cage permanently! Unless I someday decide to take pity and release your cock. Until such time if it ever comes, your cock and balls like just like you are my prisoners.
And here is the wonderful thing! I can torture them! Learn and know the control I have over you my pathetic and helpless slave!"
She push a button, and I experienced the most horrible spasm and screamed! The e-stimulation shock I received was the worse experience I ever had!
"M-M-M-M-M Mistress P-P Please! P-P please m-m-m-m make it s-s-s-s stop!"
"Oh! I thought you would like me torturing you cock and balls, since they were responsible for the trouble you're in! Do you want me to stop their punishment?"
"Y-Y-Y-Y Yes M-M-M-M Mistress, P-P Please!"
The pain suddenly stopped, but I was still writhing, and tears were rolling down my face. Mistress was a very dark dominatrix. It was the first time I felt incredible fear without also getting sexually excited, which, for once was good since I could no longer get hard, and that would defiantly be torture!
God! Am I going to be locked in this torture device, never able to orgasm again?
It was unthinkable!!!
"I am going to give you a half hour to come to terms with being permanently locked in your chastity cage! And I really do mean permanently! Then, more fun to come! Hell! The weekend has hardly started. We have so much more to look forward to!"
"Yes, as you command, Mistress Victoria. I just wish to say that I am very, very, sorry for breaking your rule of climaxing without your permission, I deserve punishment but, I beg your mercy once more for a lighter punishment since the rule I broke was beyond my control.
I have been from the very beginning, your devoted foot slave. Your feet are all I think about! And every moment of every day, I have an insatiable desire to be at your feet, holding them, kissing them, and licking every inch of them!
So, when I was allowed to worship your feet, but couldn't touch them, because my hands were chained behind me, all I could focus on was that I couldn't touch them, and the frustration of it caused me to get hard and ultimately climax.
I could feel it coming, Mistress, and I tried, Oh! How I tried to prevent it, but, there was nothing that I could do to stop it!"
Mistress Victoria didn't reply. She tested the chastity cage to make sure it could not possibly be slipped off. When she was satisfied, she left the room without another word, which was torture in itself, as I didn't know if she was considering my plea for a lighter punishment, or if my plea did nothing to change the future of this weekend, or if, Oh God! My plea only angered her even more!!!
Not knowing was torture It was becoming clear that everything this weekend is and was going to be torture and punishment in one way or another! Oh God, I pray she releases me Sunday evening. What did I let myself in for, and will I ever be able to get out of this???!
She left me in the hog tied position for a good while, leaving me to my wild imaging's of the horrors that were most assuredly coming my way!
When she returned, I was released, from the hog tie, and told to stand up which I did quickly. I was led over to a St. Andrew's cross and chained to it in such a way that if I were entertaining an escape attempt while being re-chained, that fantasy would have been dashed quickly. The following description of how Mistress did this will attest to how expert she was in insuring her prisoner could never escape!!!
My hands were still chained behind me. One of my shackled feet was chained to the cross. Then the shackles were removed. My other foot was then chained to the cross, at which point my hands were unlocked and re-chained to the cross, with me facing the cross which left my butt ready for the flogging I received. Oh God! The pain was excruciating! When I cried out, and begged Mistress to stop, I was rewarded with a ball gag locked on me which prevented me from removing it even if my hands were free. She then, continued flogging me.
Here I was chained to a St. Andrew's cross, ball gagged, and receiving a very painful flogging! While this was going on, I started thinking just how helpless I was to stop this, and to my shame, I felt the stirrings in my groin again! I just could not help it!
And, of course, that added to the torture, because my cock could not get hard as much as it tried, and tried!
After the St. Andrew's cross torture, I was put in a locking spreader. A device that locks onto your head along with your hands kind of like a stock, but made of metal, and permits you to walk around freely, unless, of course, your feet were locked in shackles, which mine were. The ball gag remained, and I was treated to a huge butt plug, which was very uncomfortable.
I was told I was free to roam around the dungeon for awhile. Free? Lucky me! God! When will this weekend end?
The next fun thing was me locked on a bondage mat. Hands and feet spread eagle with my butt pushed high in the air for easy access. I was still gagged and wearing the butt plug.
Mistress approached demonstrating a device that crackled with electric sparks. She just wanted me to know this was going to happen, but making it worse, she put me in a bondage hood so I couldn't see when and where she was going to apply the torture device!
Locked in this device, unable to move, I was subjected to my ass being flogged which Mistress performed with gusto! I couldn't even scream or cry out!
Then, it all stopped and everything went very quiet. I was sure Mistress was still in the room, but I couldn't hear her moving around as she was in bare feet, which was another torture for me. During my time in torture, I was not allowed at her feet where I so much desired to be!
Where was she? What was she doing? I would have let out a blood curdling scream, if not for my ball gag! I received a tremendous shock on the soles of my bare feet!
"That slave, is what I call the zap stick! I love the reaction my slaves have to it! And in case you're wondering, yes, I have had many slaves over the years! You are not my first slave, but you are currently my only slave. Let's continue!"
Mistress continued with the zap stick up and down my legs, but mostly on the soles of my feet! The inability to scream was yet another torture! Mistress Victoria really knew how to torture her slave, and torture me she did. I thought she was never going to stop; Over and over until she finally tired of it.
"Okay slave. It's getting late. It's time to put you in your cage for the night. And you are going to remain gagged."
She removed the bondage hood, and released me from the bondage mat and led me crawling to a 4x6 foot cage. Only my hands were shackled behind my back at this point, my feet were unfettered, but I was keenly aware of the 'zap stick' that was trained on me. I did not want any of that, or what would happen to me if I caused her to use it!
At her direction, I crawled backward into the cage. She stood looking down at me for a moment making some sort of decision.
"Slave, I think I would like you locked in your bondage hood; Plus, I don't care to leave your feet unshackled, so Place you feet out of the back of your cage. I'm going to shackle them outside of the bars. Are you ok with all of that?"
I looked up at her, and if looks could kill-------well, what else could I do but shake my head 'Yes', whereupon she reached in through the bars and locked my bondage hood on me, and shackled my feet outside of the bars. I was wondering why my feet were shackled that way, but quickly found out.
"I need you feet readily accessible to torture. I will be coming by occasionally to shock and whip them. And the fun is for me, that is, you won't know when it's coming.
This woman wasn't only a Dominatrix; she was the worst kind of sadist! The torture of my bare feet went on all evening and night at very irregular intervals, so I would never know when it was going to happen, or for how long. It sometimes was very quick: other times it went on for what was felt indefinitely.
That was how my entire weekend went. One torture after another with almost no letup in-between. Not allowed to be at her feet, having to watch her going around in her bare feet was driving me crazy! And what really frightened me was during all this, beyond the fear and the pain; I was sexually excited almost the whole time. It really worried me!
Sunday night finally arrived and my fear grew as Mistress gave no indication that I was going to be released. Finally she approached me and unchained me from the hog tied position she had me locked in for most of the day.
"Okay slave! It's ten o'clock Sunday night. I have removed your bondage, and you are free to go home. You of course, will remain in your cock and ball cage until I decide to release you; if I ever decide to release you! Off you go, and remember the procedure leaving the house."
"Yes Mistress. Thank you for correcting me for my indiscretion. I deserved what I got. Good night Mistress Victoria."
"Good night slave."
I crawled out to the garage and put my clothes on, then my socks and shoes, and headed home. When I got there, I found a message on my 'slave email'. I opened it and Mistress was telling me that I was in this lifestyle deeper than ever. So if I didn't want to be exposed as a pathetic barefoot slave, I had better remember that even if I was at home free of my chains, I was still her helpless prisoner and slave.
The following video of my weekend with her gave me the shivers as well as turning me on again! Why does this happen? Is this really what I am? A submissive barefoot fetishist and foot slave, needing to be in bondage spending my life worshiping my Mistress' bare feet, while locked and chained in my bare feet, never wearing shoes again, always under her total control, with no more freedom ever again?
This was something I going to have to think very hard about as I was starting to wonder that whether just maybe this is what I really wanted full time! It was getting late and I needed to get to bed, if I was going to make it to work tomorrow.
However, I spent a lot of the night tossing and turning, thinking about all of it, and getting excited again, but couldn't get hard. I looked at the cock and ball cage keeping me from orgasm, and I somehow got even more excited, which unbelievably caused me to orgasm in spite of the cage! Oh God! I was elated! At least I knew it was possible, but very difficult to achieve, and not as pleasurable, but still possible!!! Oh God! That must never happen while in Mistress Victoria's presence!
Part 2
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The workweek went along as usual, but there were rumors floating around that the company may be sold. A bit upsetting, worrying about my job, naturally, but this sort of thing was not new in this country in this day and age.
A couple of nights during the week, I met up with John and George at our regular watering hole to drink and watch whatever game happened to be playing on the TV.
They both kept at me saying there was something different about me. I told them they were imagining it. But after constant pestering, I finally told them that I found an interest that was occupying me and a lot of my time. I fended off their questions, saying it was something very new, and I didn't want to get into it with anyone just yet. End of story!
They reluctantly accepted that, and we went back to watching the game.
Friday finally arrived, and I was spending part of the time at my work, and part of the time wondering how my weekend was going to go.
It was just after lunch that the announcement came that the company had been sold, and that this was everyone's last day. We were told to come to the office and collect our pay up to and including today.
Everyone was stunned! Businesses were taken over, or bought out every day, but that was something that took some time before the deal became final. This was like a blitzkrieg! One by one, we went to the office where they cut us our pay checks.
Driving home, my mind was whirling! What was I going to do for a job now? The upcoming weekend was swept completely out of my thoughts! I finally arrived home, opened a beer, flopped down on the sofa and wondered what the hell I going to do now! Jobs were getting scarcer every day, and I still had a mortgage to deal with. I had a few more beers, and was about to fall asleep, when my slave phone rang. Great! Just what I needed right now!
"Mistress, you wouldn't believe the day I just had! Our company was sold in a whirlwind deal, and everyone lost their jobs!"
"Well, that is really rough. Come over when you're ready. I can sense you've had a few drinks and need to lie down for a bit. Just come over when you're feeling better. Just call first, so I know when you are on your way. Also, you may remain clothed when you enter. You must remain in bare feet as always, of course. You also do not have to crawl. But you must enter locked in your collar, and in bare feet.
We have some things to talk over. Rest up, slave. I'll see you later."
What was that about? Mistress is being kind to me all of a sudden? Especially considering what she put me through last weekend? Maybe because of what I told her about my day. Perhaps she still had a softer, lighter side after all.
About 3 hours later, I awoke and called Mistress Victoria to tell her I was going to shower, and shave, then come right over.
"Very well, slave. In fact, don't arrive for another 2 hours. I will see you then."
She abruptly hung up. What was that about? When I was summoned, I was always told to get to her place pretty fast. Well, it's been a weird day so far, so why would I think this turn of events was out of place?
I showered and shaved, changed my clothes, and ran the clock out to the time I had to start over to Mistress Victoria's house, a ten minute trip.
At her garage, I entered the code to open the door, stepped in, closed it, and then sat down to remove my shoes and socks. That being done, I stood up and locked my slave collar on. I knocked on the door, opened it, and asked permission to enter.
"You may come in, slave. Again, you don't have to crawl. Just come to my feet, and kneel before them."
"Yes Mistress, with pleasure!"
I knelt before her feet which were encased in a pair of loafers. She instructed me to turn to the right. That done, she snapped manacles and shackles on my hands and feet once again! Oh no, I'm going to be in bondage for another full weekend! But it will be much better if I'm not to be tortured this time.
Thinking about it, I was beginning to feel being bound hand and foot in manacles and shackles was a good thing for me, although I really didn't know why! But, here I was in bondage, helpless, no escape, and I didn't mind! I even enjoyed it!
"Turn back around and face my feet, slave! You have removed your shoes, and now you will remove my shoes using your mouth, as of course, your hands are locked behind your back. Now! Get to it slave!"
"Yes Mistress! Thank you for commanding me to do this! A labor of love which gets me rewarded to be at your lovely bare feet!"
It took me less than a minute to work the loafers off her feet. When the last shoe dropped to the floor leaving her bare feet right at my face, I moaned at the hard on that was being prevented by my cock and ball cage!
God! That was torture, and it was almost a constant torture, as I was mostly in a state of excitement! And, the fact that I could do nothing about it, made it stimulate me even more so. Result: More torture!!!
But in spite of it all, I LOVED IT!!!"
"Slave, I have been watching you. I know you have been questioning why you respond to being locked in chains, punished and tortured, and yet enjoying it all!
Even the fear of not knowing what is going to happen to you next, seems to really turn you on! You have been wrestling with this for a long time, and are afraid to openly admit the truth: that you are a total submissive slave, who not only loves the worship of my feet, but loves being enslaved in metal bondage, totally helpless, forced to obey my commands under threat of punishment and torture!
And when you do face punishment and torture, the thought of having to go through with it, would make you harder than ever, if you weren't locked in your cock and ball cage, which again, is something that stimulates you.
Now, slave, tell me if I'm wrong!"
Wow! Mistress put it all on the table! She knew this all along, probably even before I did! Time to fess up Chris! Admit it to Mistress Victoria, and by default, openly admit the truth to yourself! You, Chris, are a bondage slave, locked, chained in bare feet, also a foot worship fetishist, and you love everything about all of it!!!
"No, Mistress, you are not wrong! I am very definitely your bondage and foot slave! You have chained me in bare feet, forbidden to wear shoes and made me your foot slave, and I love everything about it. This is what I am: there is no going back! The weekend is, as always yours to do what you will with me, your devoted slave."
"I thought that this is what you were going to decide. The reason you lost your job, is because I bought your company. I made a ridiculously high offer last week, and they grabbed at it!
Now, before you get upset about everyone losing their jobs, know that I got them all an even better position with other firms that I have influence with. I'm a major stock holder in quite a few companies. I keep it very quiet, but I am really very wealthy!
I am not going to hold you against your will. If you want, we can end this relationship and I will free you right now and remove your collar and chastity cage, plus erase all videos of you in bondage and worshiping my feet.
I will also set you up in a better paying job in one of my companies, and it will be as if these few weeks never happened, except for your much better paying job. It's up to you!"
I knelt there in front of her feet for about 10 seconds, before I licked, and kissed them ferociously!
"I take it that is your answer?"
"Yes, Yes, Yes, Mistress! I am your bondage and foot slave forever! Keep me bound if you wish, make me obey, punish and torture me if I don't please you, but can you manacle my hands in front of me sometimes, so I caress your feet while worshiping them?"
Mistress smiled down at me and nodded her head yes.
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Part 3
It has been 2 years since I became Mistress Victoria's bondage and foot slave. I am now allowed to wear my slave uniform as Mistress calls it: Clothes in the form of sweatpants and long sleeve T-shirt as long as I don't break any rules, or displease Mistress in any way. Then I have to work my way back to earning them again after my punishment and torture of course. I think that's only fair!
As long as I keep up being an obedient and loving slave to her feet, Mistress will occasionally remove my chastity cage and manacles permitting me to have sex with her! What a wondrous treat! My bare feet must remain shackled, of course, and also further chained to a permanent structure (wall or floor) any time my hands are unfettered. (No escape for this slave!)
When I committed to be Mistress Victoria's bondage and foot slave, she drew up a contract to make it as legal as possible. It was agreed that I was to remain in bare feet for life, and my feet would be permanently locked in shackles, and I have really come to like them!
On the seldom occasions when they are removed for things such as changing of clothes, or having clothes taken away as punishment, I have found those small couple of minutes uncomfortable without them on me, not unlike withdrawal. I feel a certain joy when Mistress locks them back on my ankles as the true penultimate submissive slave that I am.
Of course, I still couldn't escape even if I wanted to, as Mistress puts me back in my slave collar, and chains me to the wall while my shackles are off.
I gave Mistress power of attorney, so she could sell my house, close out my bank account, and pay off any debts. Mistress donated everything to various charities, as she is indeed very wealthy.
We now are located in a beautiful house in the middle of absolutely nowhere, which provides total privacy.
Mistress Victoria occasionally has guests to stay overnight for foot worship parties. You can believe I am kept very busy during those visits, but I love it!!! The more feet, the merrier!!! However, I noticed that there have been fewer foot worship parties in the last couple of months and Mistress seems to be in a much sterner mood. I have been punished and tortured for the smallest perceived things and I can't figure out why.
But, I'm a slave bound in shackles and chains subjected to Mistress Victoria's whims. I just re-earned my privilege to wear my slave uniform after 3 weeks naked as punishment for not coming quickly enough when called; which by the way never happened before. How fast can I come with my feet locked in shackles?
After about 4 months of being unfairly punished and tortured for the smallest things, I noticed Mistress was starting to show a much better mood which improved things immensely.
I ventured to approach Mistress to ask if she was considering having a foot worship party again. She said that she wasn't sure, but would think about it. She saw I looked disappointed at the prospect of not having one any time soon, or maybe not at all.
"Cheer up my bondage foot slave! I know I have been pretty harsh with you these last few months. How long has it been since I permitted you to orgasm?"
"The last time was when you gave me the ultimate gift of have sex with you, my Mistress! It was wonderful! I'll never forget it. That was a little over 10 months ago."
"Well slave, I'm not permitting you having sex with me this time, but I am releasing you from your cock cage for 1 day. The ball ring is to be left locked on for a faster reapplying of the cage later. But during this 1 day, you will be permitted to orgasm as many times as you wish. But, make sure you do not leave a mess anywhere, or you will be re-caged for life! Understood?!"
"Yes Mistress! Thank you Mistress!"
I couldn't believe it! A whole day permitted to orgasm as many times as I wanted and could?! In the 2 plus years I've been a bondage and foot slave, I believe I was permitted orgasm about 7 times, and now for 1 day as many times as is possible? This was even better than a foot worship party. As much as I loved those parties, during and after those sessions, I was never allowed to have a climax under pain of the most severe penalties which was a week chained naked in the dungeon to undergo various tortures plus sentenced to remain naked for 1 month after my release from the dungeon.
After my day of orgasmic bliss, Mistress Victoria re-locked me in my chastity cage once again and re-shackled my hands behind my back as I was usually bound during the course of the day. I begged to worship her feet as a grateful thank you for the wonderful thing she did for me.
"Mistress may I please place myself at your feet for a worship session to thank you for what you have just done for me?"
"No, not right now slave. I hope you enjoyed it immensely, because I don't think it will happen for you ever again. But, you will always have that memory to carry you through."
A no to a foot worship session? And when she told me I wouldn't ever have an orgasm day again, she spoke in a strange tone of voice and had an odd look on her face which caused me considerable concern. This was just not like Mistress Victoria.
In the following days, I noticed my Mistress growing more and more distant. She often rejected my desires to worship her feet, and only giving one word answers to my attempts to have a conversation with her.
All I could do was hope her mood would change, and we could go back to the Mistress Slave relationship we had for the first 2 years of bondage as her shackled foot slave.
Part 4 It went from bad to much worse.
To be continued.
- I was intrigued by the foot worship fetish I discovered online, despite finding it strange in my previous conversation with Jim and George.
- The more I delved into the world of foot fetish and barefoot worship, the more I found myself drawn to the idea, and I even considered reaching out to someone in the lifestyle.
- When I received replies from five women interested in foot worship, I was a mix of nervous and excited, wondering if I was truly ready to embrace this new kink.
- As a newcomer to the foot worship lifestyle, I was surprised to find myself commanded to remove my shoes, socks, and referred to as 'slave' upon meeting Victoria, my prospective Dominatrix.