The Feetmistresses' New Pet
Nicole and Ariel were always searching for new ways to indulge their foot fetish. They had seen many films and photos of male slaves being used as footstools or having their mouths filled with the scent of their mistresses' feet. Today, they decided to take it one step further and find themselves a real-life foot slave.
After hours of searching through online forums and websites dedicated to BDSM, they finally found an ad from a man who claimed to be willing to train as a foot slave. The two excitedly messaged him back and forth, discussing the details of his training and what he would be required to do.
The day finally arrived when they met their new pet. He was a slender man in his late twenties, dressed in nothing but a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants. He trembled in fear as the two women approached him, their high heels clicking on the floor.
"We're going to make you our foot slave," Nicole purred, running her fingers along the inside of her stiletto. "You'll learn to love the way it feels when we use you as our personal footstool."
Ariel grinned wickedly, her red pumps glinting in the light. "And we'll also teach you how to properly service our feet. That's right, slave. Your mouth will be used for much more than just talking from now on."
With that, they began their training. They took turns placing their feet in front of the trembling man, watching as he struggled to obey their every command. First, he was ordered to worship each foot, kissing the arch and massaging the heel. Then came the moment he had been dreading - the act of pleasuring his mistresses' feet with his mouth.
As instructed, he opened his mouth wide, feeling the warmth of the toes against his tongue. He tried not to gag as he licked each toe clean, relishing in the taste of sweat and dirt. Finally, he was instructed to take all five toes into his mouth, filling it up as much as possible.
The whole process was repeated several times, with Ariel and Nicole taking turns using him as their foot slave. The training was intense and exhausting, but the two women loved seeing their new pet tremble with fear and excitement.
By the end of the day, their new foot slave had learned his place. He was no longer a terrified young man but a willing servant, eager to please his mistresses. They knew that they had found the perfect plaything, someone they could use and abuse as much as they wanted. And as they watched him lick the last drops of sweat from their feet, they couldn't help but grin in satisfaction.
"I think we have a real foot slave on our hands," Ariel said, leaning back against the coffee table.
Nicole nodded in agreement, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "This is going to be so much fun."
