(This story contains several flashbacks. Each time period will be noted as past or present to differentiate between time periods. Enjoy!) Present: Looking at my watch I see that I am already running five minutes late to my psychology class. I walk quickly across campus remembering Professor James's stern warning, "Ms. Temple if you are tardy to class one...
She walks into the bar and looking around nervously smoothing down her dress and fluffing her windswept hair. He watches her from a stool at the bar looking around nervously, she takes a few tentative steps and stumbles slightly in her black open backed heels. She stops leans down and gently slides her foot back into the shoe sliding her finger behind strap...
Living in L.A is great. I just got a transfer from the UK to the US for a big PC company that I work for. I found out that the company pays nearly double the amount for the same work in the US compared to the UK even with the currency rate converted. So I requested a transfer & nearly a year later I'm in L.A getting paid double the money. I have already com...
When you have kids it can be hard to get alone time with your wife. This was the case with us lately and we both needed some alone adult time that's for sure. We had a friends wedding coming up and we had made arrangements for the kids to stay at grandma's house. I had gotten ready first and took the kids to grandmas and when I got home I walked in to find...
"Your late slave boy," yelled Marcie to her cowering husband Ronald. "Strip idiot and get your slave face in my feet, NOW!" No words were spoken Ronald quickly stripped and neatly folded his clothes. He crawled to the end of the sofa to where her ankles hung her feet over the end. As her dedicated foot slave he kissed the tops of her ankles and then licked...
I watched her athletic legs, leading down to her gorgeous toes that were painted bright aqua. Her clear sandals flip-flopping against her soft soles as she walked along the empty hallway. I lumbered behind her, my eyes fixed on the sexy gold anklet she wore around her tanned right ankle. She didn't really walk; she glided with ease along the blue hallways of...
It was roughly 1976 in Augusta, Georgia, two or three days before Christmas to be exact. I was eighteen years old. My mom and I had been on our own ever since my father had died in a truck accident two years earlier. Mom had a rough time of it, as would be expected, the first year after he passed. She was 36 years old and was a loan officer at Augusta Natio...
At the beginning of a foot-slave's 18th year he is prepared every day by his mentor, a woman in her thirties or forties, who is responsible for his training and behavior at the Royal Court. The mentor has been given the young slave when he is about 10 years of age and she has been training him in the art of foot massage technique and all of the necessary pra...
Nadia leaned back and relaxed. Chris placed his nose up to her foot and sniffed at it like a dog in heat. He knew that he was supposed to be repelled by the smell of her feet, but he found their aroma intoxicating; their sweaty, pungent odor aroused him. Her feet had those feminine angles and curves to them that he found so completely desirable and irresisti...
"It's a girl thing," I said with a smile to the shoe salesman as I looked down at the shoes he had slipped on my feet. Spike heels, narrow straps, absolute torture but worth the pain. "Oh believe me, I completely understand," he said with a sheepish grin. I looked down at the man kneeling patiently at my feet while I admired the shoes. He was waiting for...