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...
On request by anonymous feedback from Literotica as a (sort of) thank you. Amazing This story (I've read both of your dark elf stories) is pretty amazing. Best I've read in a while actually, you've gotten yourself another fan! If you do take requests, I'd love to see more about this setting. Specifically, perhaps even the flat girl who enjoyed humiliation...
(This is the continuation of the story, it might help to read the first part to fully understand the backstory and how this came about. As always I hope the readers enjoy.) * "Oh my, did he really do that?" said Angie, with a hint of a smirk in her voice. "Well I guess it's only fair since he DID see your 'O-face' and all." Angie giggled. I tried to shake...
Mr. Fliorio exasperatedly looked at the Latina girl in the front row who was acting up yet again. This wasn't anything new for him. Having taught at the same Brooklyn high school for 15 years, he felt that he'd seen it all before. He knew he could engage her with an argument or he could let her say her piece and then move on. He knew that she wanted the argu...
Good evening, my dearest one! By now, you know that our meeting was not done by chance, that we were destined to be together. How do I know? I can feel it as keenly as I feel the blood pulse in my veins. You belong to me and I to you. Do you remember the first time you reached out to me? The sweetness of your innocence was like a burning bush in the midst o...
Chapter One - One Evening In Tokyo Yasuhiro Kato, the Japanese billionaire, was seated in the Yamazato restaurant on the fifth floor of the Okura Hotel in Akasaka eating his dinner when he first saw her. She was blonde, about twenty-five years of age and about five feet four inches tall, wearing denim pants and vest with a white knit t-shirt. She was very p...
Jack should have known better. He'd spent much of his 25 years pulling some sort of hustle or scam or another and could definitely safely class himself as "streetwise" without leaving himself open to mockery. He definitely should have known better than to underestimate Samantha. Jack was medium height and slightly out of shape with close cropped hair and a...
(We join our "lovers" in mid-chat) ____________ B B: How are YOU at back-rubs? B B: Massages? B B: Sensual or otherwise? Xan: Really good..... REALLY GOOD Xan: I should have made a profession of it Xan: An all around good back person B B: I am, too!!! B B: Backs, Fronts, Legs, Feet... I'm GREAT w/ FEET B B: necks B B: buttocks B B: thig...
Saturday morning. The notion gradually dawns on me as I wake and sense the sun outside, the curtains swaying in the breeze. I remember the previous night and smile. It was a nice party and even nicer to get back to your place. We hadn't seen each other for ten days because of work, classes and family obligations, so that made our re-uniting even sweeter. It...
This is not my first story, but I will explain that I became a foot fetish mistress as part time work, and yes for the $250/hour I charge but also because my husband (yes husband) made me agree to tell him every detail of my adventures while he plays with my feet and pleasures himself. It is his secret turn on. This particular job came about after I adverti...