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It was one of these boiling days in Summer, When I was 18, who just have to rob you of sleep because the body does not come down from its working temperature.. I had school holidays and mine Mother Was driven into spa over the entire summer vacation. So I was alone at home, I had enough time, money and knowledge to cope with the household alone. I was known in the entire neighborhood at the time because I had put an internship in a computer business before the holidays and was therefore considered expert and above all “favorable”.

Anyway, there was probably no one that hadn’t sweated, no matter how strong the fan blew. I didn’t dare to stand in the kitchen at the stove, because I felt so close enough to overheating, so I was out for a long time and enjoyed the “view” that day and enjoyed the “view” that day. I out at this point as a foot lover and what my focus was on should be more than clear for everyone “expert”. Everywhere around me, as is common in the big city, were pretty and less pretty young women, with some superb feet.

But stealthy and shy as I was, there was nothing distant to me than to address a woman on these objects of my desire. So I was sitting in a park near the house in which I lived and secretly on the flip -flops, the sandals, the sandals and the birch sticks in which these were extremely attractive feet of my female fellow human beings. But when it became evening, the temperature seemed appropriate to go back into the house and not to add my dreams. At the front door, however, fate seemed to me to want to thwart the bill with clacking heels.

Next to me was suddenly and like my neighbor, Patricia Arendt – that was her name. So much I knew from her and with it my knowledge, except what I saw: a more southern and average -looking woman at the end of the thirty, knotted with strictly on the back of the head, black hair in a sleeveless, bordeaux -red summer dress and color.coordinated shoes that picked up my eyes like a signal fire. It was a bit larger than me, which was not solely due to her murderous heels. I wondered what was probably hidden in the closed footwear, which had often drawn my eyes.

Her voice tore me out of this thought and just as reflexively my eyes upwards, so I was not “exposed” and looked into her eyes: “I was looking for you. Victor … right!?”, I was surprised. “Sorry that I have a little question, but I have a little problem with my computer and wanted to ask if you might be able to help me, it is reasonably urgent, I work partly from home, you know?”She continued and my answer was very friendly, but confused:” Um, that shouldn’t be a problem in itself ..

Of course I can help you … where does the shoe press … ”, when this unwanted allusion noticed me, I quickly corrected myself“ so um … where is exactly the problem!?”. She pulled up an eyebrow behind her frameless glasses and replied: “Oh, the craps just don’t like me, it doesn’t want to start and I really need the part urgently.“, Of course, came from my side“ Good, I certainly can’t say anything now, but I would like to look at it.

When should I get there for it?!”.

Patricia chuckles relieved “This is really nice, you are totally lost if you have no specialist knowledge. Thank you very much … hm, preferably today around 9 p.m? I just live on a front door one stick above you – just ring the bell on ” . So we said goodbye in all formality and she actually only continued a front door.

I stopped something else, in the fore search for my key, but secretly looking at her feet, which were still in this murderous footwear. I hoped to catch a somewhat “freer” look and Fortuna said it well with me, because as Ms. Arendt, she was looking for her key in her handbag, she put it off on a slightly bent leg, which made her heel slip out of her shoe. I will probably never forget this sight: a sun -gold complexion, but lighter soles. Her heel lifted off perfectly from the rest of the sole and drove my blood between my legs without it only touching me.

I quickly turned my eyes off not without testing the direction of her eyes. Yes – that’s how it seemed – I stayed in hidden with my little “perversion”. In the time until I had my appointment to repair my neighbor’s PC, I only sat at home, relaxed, let the great “review of the day pass” and drank coffee. Then when it was time, I headed to keep my agreement, the key and as a precaution, wallet packed in my pocket.

I left the apartment, closed off and a few minutes later I rang with Ms. Arend and the door was opened. I entered the coolness of the hallway, which I seemed to me to be familiar, even though he was foreign because it was built just like the hallway in which I lived. I was looking for a door that was open and found a smiling woman Arendt, who was already in her framework to receive me. “In, I can offer you something to eat or drink?“She asked when I was standing in front of her and meant to enter the apartment.

I said no because I was neither thirsty nor hungry and survived the threshold into her personal kingdom. “Where is the Troubleaker” I asked without looking at her legs or feet, because it would have been too dangerous now – too striking to have just risked it. “Along there”, she interpreted the apartment and continued “Thank you again for coming again.“, I did not answer her to worry and followed her fingers.

I found the PC and first checked it for its functionality when switching on. I pressed the switch and it happened ….

Nothing. Since it was not connected to a multiple socket, it now had to be explored why no electricity that many electrics wanted to operate. In my opinion there was only the possibility to screw up the PC and take a look into it. I did this with all professional knowledge, for which I had to crawl under the table, on which the screen and the keyboard were located.

I heard the noise of steps and it was characteristic of the variety steps in which the heel of the foot first took off from the sole of the slipper. I still didn’t dare to risk a look, but I didn’t have to do that either, because now the events overturned. A chair was lifted over my body so that I was caught between my chair legs. After that, Ms. Arendt sat on this, I heard her slippers clumsy to the ground and felt like her warm soles of the feet standing on my stomach.

I was perplexed and deeply confused.

First I looked at her white, leather house slippers and then at her feet, who were good and happy to have size 40. Your toenails were perfectly cared for, a little longer, painted black and had long nail beds. I pushed out “Hey, what’s that supposed to do? How should I repair your computer?“And tried to conceal my tendency because I wanted to gain my experience with feet, but not with that of my neighbor, she was simply too old for me, I thought to myself. My mature neighbor Laughed just and looked down at me “Now don’t put yourself so stupid, you have to know now at the latest that there is no problem with the computer, I just wanted to have you exactly where you are now”.

I turned into her feet and bluntly “what’s the point? What should I under your feet? Down from me!“What she laughed all the time was” not so much, I have noticed your small, stealthy looks for a long time and that will come to me. I’ve always wanted to know what I can do with my feet. Now I finally have a test object for my fetish, ”she demonstratively spread her toes. I continued to play the reluctant: “What do I have to do with their strange, perverse tendencies? Leave me in peace! I…

“, I immediately fell into my say:“ Be silent now!!!“, In doing so, she pressed the toe ball of her right foot with some emphasis on my lips to calm me down, feeling minimal cornea. She continued: “My inclination is your inclination and you will do what I tell you, I promise you.“, A bright flash of light followed and she took down a camera“ Because if not, this photo of you gets the whole neighborhood under my feet, including your mother, if you get out of the Vacation returns”. I froze. This woman was serious and she wanted me as an object of her fetish and was even ready to threaten.

Before I could think ahead, I heard her voice again: “You will be my foot and fuck slave. You will follow each of my wishes unconditionally. Understood? Then nick ‘with the head!“, I and the instrument of a much older neighbor? That was too perverted to me – I didn’t do anything like that and she immediately put it after “… thinking about the photo”, I couldn’t help it and nodded.

Ms. Arendt looked satisfied and grinned frivolous “First of all, you will smell my feet so that you can get used to the smell, because it will be what you will smell the most in the next few weeks.

You will live here, you have already understood correctly, I know that your mother is not at home and that’s why you belong to me for the next time. If I take my foot off your mouth now, I don’t want to hear a loud. Understood?“, I let me with an answering gesture and covered how she wanted to make sure that I didn’t flee, but that was too long for her, because she increased the pressure on my lips and put a little overridingLittle pig!”. I nodded and she grinned broader.

“Well, then we want to …”, she put her foot off my mouth and lifted him over my face for a moment, as if she wanted her to see her long, slim “bravery” and imposed me: the long,narrow toes;the clearly defined ball of the foot and the pronounced heel.

Ms. Arend then spread her toes and lowered her foot agingly slowly and very emphasized on my face and with every centimeter the smell that I had not noticed in a shocked manner was initially more intense. He was bitter and sweet at the same time, but strictly in his own way and I had never smelled anything comparable. Her toes approached my face and I could not avoid until my nose finally disappeared between the lowering of her toes and I heard her amused voice again: “Smree on my feet slave. You like it, hm? You want to be my slave ..

And even if not … still inhaling my fragrance … breathe deeper “. I followed her commands unable to take a clear thought or even to contradict.

I found that she had to have had her feet all day in these murderous, tight pumps and then in the slippers, but her explanations were far from being ended “I will set up a slave contract tomorrow and you will sign it. Clear?“, I nodded and she accepted it with pleasure“ So you will learn, you little foot pig!”.

I lost my dignity at the same time as the sense of time, but I was there for minutes and smelled the feet of a stranger who was much older than me and it even stimulated me somehow – it shot through my head: “I am still normal?”

Ms. Arendt’s voice rolled through my head like a thunder: “Enough now slave … I want more … I want you to pay my feet with your tongue ..

Lick them. Show me how much you are to your mistress.”, That was probably a little too much for this moment and I turned:” I … I can’t … that’s ..

That’s not normal.“, Although I was immediately met by her:“ Normal! Normal! What is normal? Is it normal to like feet? I said: ‘Lick my feet!’, That’s not that difficult … do it!!!”. I reluctantly stretched out my tongue and my tormentor impatiently took away a large part of the overcoming by putting her heel on my tongue and I realized that it was as welding wet as the rest of the foot, which rose brilliantly over me. She looked at me expectantly and I closed my eyes cramped, humiliated and ..

did it. My tongue slid up to her toes and stayed “Well off … continue, you little foot tasty” and it was about me. I fell into this woman every second and lost control of my will.

I fervently started licking huge feet from my perspective and hearing them comfortably: “Wonderful. Yes leak everything. The hardships one day.”. I licked on and on and got into a kind of trance, rebled by her smell and taste, which organized a joy festival on my tongue salty and bittersweet.

Distracted from this complete overstimulation, I didn’t notice how my pants were opened until I heard her voice again:

“Well then we want to see what kind of slave I caught myself.“With a jerk my pants and boxer shorts underneath was pulled by me.

I was shocked, even wanted to protest, but she was just looking at me through a single look, just being quiet. Her gaze wandered down from my eyes to my face and saw her face over gliding: “Perfect … I think it would look great, among me … in me.“, My cock was stiff and she actually wanted ..

sex? My throat laced up and I didn’t lick what Ms. Arendt was probably not interested in.

“Well, we want to test that once.“, She moved back her chair and put the foot, which until then threw his face – without adoption – on my erect link, while the other replaced him immediately” lick my other foot … I want to feel how much you feel itwant.“And with God: I wanted it. I smelled her fragrant foot and felt like her on my cock up and down. I licked her sole of your feet as if from your senses and even took her toes in my mouth for the first time and found it divine.

My mistress Pumped on my hard, long genitals like on a accelerator pedal and as my circulation accelerated as commanded, I was sure that she was my mistress. In the end, my mastery broke when they took my tense pint between their long toes and frivolous to me “now I pump you completely” when she wanked me. I did not punish her a liar and my seed poured out in warm batches under her sole of your feet, which she kept over my glans when she realized that I came.

I heard an excited laugh: “Well, that was something … but who now cleans my foot?“, I looked in her face and recognized her diabolical grin.

I couldn’t really think clearly, but I didn’t have to do that either and with a gray premonition in the back of the head she raised her faltered foot over my face “go ..

Lick it, ”I heard her say. My innards contracted with the thought alone and the disgust gripped and I gave way back to this wonderful, cruel foot. I whimpered “No … please don’t.

I can’t … ”and felt how her clean foot was put on my chest:“ But you can cum? May I remind you that you belong to me? And it is still the very highest thing you clean what you have worn … Lick my foot immediately. I don’t feel like telling you that you have nothing to oppose me!”.

Disgusted by myself, I still saw that she was right. I was unable to do anything, so I started licking my own seeds from her foot.

First I did that hesitantly, but then she forced me to intensively clean with the countermovement of her foot. I was close to the tears of frustration, watched up here when I was done and she laughed: “Good slave. Gowd getting used to it. And now take off the rest of your clothes and swallow down.“, I did this full of disgust but without adoption so that I did not become the victim of her harassment again.

She took the little bunch of clothes and closed it in a closet, with the words “This remains my second coverage as long as you are here, you will stay naked.”.

So I was still at her feet, naked, humiliated and looked at how she put the key to my belongings around a chain around her neck.

My mistress put the chair aside and grinned on me like a barefoot giant. “So, my little slave. Now we want to see how resilient you are ”and she raised her foot over me again to put him on my chest and before I realized it, she was already entirely on me and said:“ Well? How is that? How do you like to serve a woman as a carpet?“, Her weight almost drove my air out of my lungs and put one of her feet on my face so that I was surrounded by her smell again.

“Tell me what you think of it,” I heard it down from above. I replied again in my trance, but I was much more difficult: “I rarely felt more comfortable.“What was confirmed by the fact that my cock fed again. Almost immediately she put her foot and checked for my hard member.

I groaned, because no matter how bizarre this whole situation was, no matter how absurd and bizarre it all looked … I lay under the feet of a woman and smelled her, felt her weight and belonged entirely to her. “Well, you like that what?“, I heard my“ tormentor ”(although I wasn’t even sure that she wasn’t my rescuer) say“ I think I will first ride you.

Let’s see what you can need for “. Ruin? I understood that correctly? I was a kind of benefit and pet for them? Before I was able to specify the thought, I noticed how the weight was decreasing on me. I looked at her nobility, my neighbor stood over me wide -legged and put her hands into my hips when she strictly looked down on me.

My mistress spoke to me directly: “So you worm, then we want to see. But first we have some preparations to make, ”she raised a foot over my face and I knew exactly that it was my service to lick him.

While I met my apparent task that might be my life’s work, Ms. Arendt let me slide down her tanga unnoticed, I only took it as she raised her foot to finally throw the textile aside.

She stood over my face and I was able to see her perfectly shaved column for the first time, which is only minimally opened with her attitude. My neighbor knelt over my face like in slow motion and I heard her: “I think you know what you have to do.“But I didn’t want to hear. I wanted to see what she was doing when I refused to put my tongue on her and her “punishment” followed immediately. Ms. Arend grabbed me hard on my neck and tore my head up between her thighs so that my lips were pressed against theirs down there.

She seemed to be angry, “There are two options, I get my satisfaction with both and only one of them is comfortable for you,” she said, while she started rubbing her abdomen with strong, controlled pelvic bins on my face. I stretched my tongue towards her, whereupon my head was released from her clasp and her pelvis slowly pressed me to the ground. My cooperation was acknowledged by groaning me: “So it’s good, leak me out”. The situation was a bit uncomfortable for me, but I still stretched my tongue towards her and pushed her a bit into her, which she once again let her moan and prompted her pelvis to press my face more closely against my face.

Her taste was a completely new experience for me and I started accepting the situation, even more, I started to find it to my surprise. As if my mistress had noticed this, she put her legs back so that she could grab my limb with her toes. Apparently there was no situation for Ms. Arend in which I was not allowed to be confronted with her feet, so I licked her even more excitedly and sooner and soon already seem to flow down streams of her vaginal secretion along me, but then she ripped off with theWords ”enough!! Let’s finally get down to business ”and knelt over my stiff limb as she brought her feet into a position so that one kept her upright and the other was not far from my face.

She clutched my limb with her hand and put it on her wet vagina when I slowly slid into her, it was as if small strands were winc. Slave, I want you to lick my feet while I ride you and suck my toes.“When my hard cock was completely gone in her, I noticed how tight she was.

I was afraid in her that I could never get out of her again. Ms. Arendt pressed her foot firmly against my lips and I took her sweaty toes in my mouth and in the following minutes I recognized her clearly southern origin for the first time, she rode hard and game and the smell of her feet and body was generalStrong, but pleasant, as you know it from various clichés. Apparently it was an embodiment of this stereotypical. I saw my brighter member disappear into her somewhat darker body, how her pelvis slid up and down on me and her moisture distributed on me, every movement was accompanied by a quiet smacking noise and I lost more and more control over myself andmy will.

I sucked on her toes with cornerstick, while I was ridden hard by her, which could keep a groan on her.

When my limb was pulsating, I only heard a excited murmur of her: “Dake it not to come now.”Whereupon she took her pace back and continued” I want to enjoy this slave here. You don’t come before I came, that’s clear?“I only nodded when she pushed her toes deeper into my mouth and asked me again. Minute at minute she rode me further and the clapping between our pools became louder and louder. My mistress got more and more into excited moan and the tremor of her body told me when she was excited that she came.

Her toes spread and clawed in my mouth, that and the violent contractions of her vagina finally led me to pour in her body. Ms. Arendt pushed her toes much deeper into my mouth for a moment and then pulled out with the words: “Wonderful. Your slave tail is exactly what I need. And now thank your mistress for the high favor she has shown you.

Lick my sole of your feet and thank you.“, I did what I was called and let my tongue find her sole and licked it with relish. I picked up her taste and smell like an addict and then watched her rose.

She took her clothes and went into the hallway while I stayed confused where I lay. I heard in the distance, like a shower, but did not dare to follow and possibly pull the anger of my hot -blooded mistress on me.

When I was there half below my neighbor’s table that could have been my mother theoretically, under the woman’s table who was “mercilessly fucked” me. I felt abused, desired, humiliated but happy!? And that was what was the most surprising to me: how could I feel happy, although something was done with me that I didn’t want? Or maybe I wanted it more than anything and my conscience just told me that it wasn’t right.

But how could it not be right if I wanted it.

So I philosophized with myself until I felt a weight on my member. It was of course Ms. Arendt’s foot. My mistress was apparently finished, I looked up and there she stood on her hips again in the bathrobe in the bathrobe, with her hands.

But something was new. She held a collar in a hand where a long, thin but massive -looking, silver chain was attached and in the other other material to massively restrict the freedom of movement of a person.

She looked at me strictly and said: “On her knees with you slave”. I followed her demand and knelt and before I knew it, she put on a collar to me. “So that you know that I am sitting on the longer lever and seeing that you are in my violence. And now you will follow me on your knees. You won’t say a word, that’s clear?“I actually followed the mouth and I placed the entire path back on my knees and my eyes were waiting on her sole of your feet.

When we arrived in front of her big bed, she posed for me with her feet, as if she wanted to prove her flexibility to me. “Mind them well” she said “You will see little else in the near future. Until your mother is back, you live with me. Of course you sleep at the foot of the foot.””

I wanted to raise an objection, but when I was opening my mouth, she jerked on the chain and what I produced was no more than a strangled gurgling.

“I told you you shouldn’t say a word.”She hissed at me and climbed over the bed and pulled me back behind so that I came to lie on the bed, exactly at the foot of the foot. She made the necklace on a post of the bed and when I rubbed my neck, which now started pain, she grabbed my hand and also chained her to the bed by picking up a handcuff. Perplex I lay there and protested: “What’s that about? I am a dog that you can chains somewhere or what?”, She just laughed at me loudly:“ For me you are not even a dog, you are my living dildo, my little amusing operation.””

I wanted to put a little longer, but I already had her heel on my mouth and she continued: “Come on, stop discussing, it has no point anyway. I have your clothes, a photo of the evidence that you are a small, perverse foot lover and for the few weeks your mother is gone, you belong one way or the other.

Just take part, then we have no problem and maybe you have a little fun, even if that’s not superficial.””

No matter how much I turned and rolled the thought, she kept right and that gnawed at me, so I lay there and didn’t talk another word. I saw Ms. Arendt closed all roller shutters and then stepped onto the bed edge in a long nightgown when the light was steamed. She lay down in bed, with her feet in front of my face and whispered to me frivolous: “You can … no you have to deal with my feet all night.”I replied:“ Yes Ms.… ”She interrupted me:“ It’s called Mistress… remember that!”, Since I didn’t want to trouble, I corrected myself in my already inferior position:“ Yes Mistress. Thanks Mistress.“What she replied:“ Good boy!””

She pressed her big feet in my face and rubbed her a little before she laughed: “I have a slave.

I have a slave ”, her feet had lost all her own smell through the shower, which I strangely took note. I stood on the smell of her feet? How could that be? Ms. Arendt seemed to read from my facial expressions and I thought: “Oh. My little foot tasty misses my smell? Or why do you look so sad?”, She grinned at me and continued“ Well then look forward to tomorrow. I will wear wool socks and boots especially for you at work and then go jogging with a colleague.””

Well these were all -round views.

My neighbor had put herself in her head to force me under her control with her foot odor. On the other hand, I couldn’t say that the smell itself had disgusted me. He was rather sweet and pleasant. Nevertheless, the thought seemed abnormally to me.

“Well then a lot of fun,” she wished me and deleted the light. Around me was silence and I felt a foot was pressed back onto my limb while the other was caressing my face. The voice of my mistress average the silence: “I want you to rub yourself on me and windest. And you will certainly not stand it anymore … ”She slowly took my cock and emphasized between her great toe and the adjacent.

I think at that moment I realized that I was her slave at the realization and spoilage. When I heard her breathe slowly and I was sure that she was sleeping, I actually began to rub on her and let my link slide up and down between her toes. It felt wonderful to take her beautiful foot in this way and lick and kiss the other. I really wanted to be her slave and it was too and so slowly my face felt really good under her foot.

It didn’t take long for me to pour myself onto the bed sheet between the narrowness of her toes, whereupon I fell asleep soon.

When I woke up I was alone and my bonds were solved.

I got up slowly, then hectic and tried to find out whether I could disappear unnoticed, but I couldn’t do that without clothing and the “evidence”. It was an impulse that prompted me to flee, but on the one hand, even after multi -minute searches, I didn’t find what I was looking for and was also – as I found – the apartment door was closed, on the other hand I even remembered my situation somewhat pleasedto have.

So I heard to cherish at the thought of this way and wanted to look around, whereby I immediately noticed a note with a pen on the table where my first contact with her feet took place immediately.

I came closer and realized what the sheet was all about. It was the “slave contract” of which my mistress had spoken the day before and he was as follows:

“Slave, you were under my feet and I saw that it gave you want. You only get this one chance that you can keep these joys in the long run.

In addition, you don’t have a big choice in yourself, because you know that I can expose you in front of your whole environment. So decide well. Enclosed you will find the rules that you will be subject to as a mistress.

Rule #1: You will be to serve me whenever and wherever I ask me to serve.

Rule #2: You will obey me, no matter what I ask for you and whether you want it or not.

Rule #3: If there is a possibility, you deal with my feet.

Rule #4: If I give you the favor of sexual lust, thank you for it.

Rule #5: You belong to me. You will not have a girlfriend and you should have one now, you will break up with her so that I can have you whenever I want.

I don’t share my slaves.

Rule #6: Whenever I want to consult other women who will dominate you, you will also call them “Mistress” and obey them.

Rule #7: This contract applies indefinitely.””

Below were two lines, one of her signed, the other empty and I knew that she was intended for me. I grabbed the pen with no further thinking and wrote how she expected it to be my name on the line.

What had I done just? I had contractually determined to belong to someone and to give up my personality for the mature, sweating, lower extremities of my neighbor. I don’t know how I had spent the remaining hours until my new “owner” was returned. It was probably everyday minor matters, I ate something and tried to occupy myself until I heard that a key snapped into the lock of the apartment door and was open -minded.

My mistress came home and closed behind him. I heard about her voice that her day did not have to be very amusing because she sounded frustrated and angry when she called me: “Slave!!! COME HERE!!!“, I didn’t want this emotional situation to worsen – among other things to my own best – so I followed her order and came into the living room, where she was already waiting for me in an armchair and pointed to the floor for memean where I had to kneel what I did without speaking.

She held her boots in front of my nose and prevailed me that I should take her off her immediately. I also followed this without further ado and she continued: “You were shit this day. Only had stress at work, at least I still came to jogging and can now react a little.”.

When she completed her sentence, I just pulled her socks off her foot and noticed the strong smell that she had actually “bred” for me today. Without saying another sentence, she pressed her strong -smelling foot in the face, so that my nose was placed between the big and the adjacent toe. She sighed comfortably: “So it is much better. Finally I have your slave face back where it belongs and now it is still the weekend, a few days to deal with you intensively with you.“, I couldn’t see her face because of her shapely fragrance soles, but I was sure if I had seen it, she would have grinded devilishly.

I was somehow scared, but at the same time also curious about what this woman was still going to do with me. As if she had read my thoughts once again, I heard her laugh: “By the way, my colleague will come by for a few hours, with whom I was jogging. I told her about you and she was very interested in “. I really heard that? It ran down my back several times, considering the fact that she had just chattered my secret so much.

Ms. Arendt noticed my shame and started laughing: “Oh, my slave is insulted?“, Her voice suddenly became serious:“ You didn’t have to be insulted, I have to show you again who you are listening?“, She kicked my chest, so I landed on my back. She had seriously had the urge toect, but to be honest I didn’t want to serve for it and just wanted to start protesting when she violently pushed her toes into my mouth. This time her foot tasted strongly salty, which was probably due to her intense sweating. “Never forget that my feet can not only give you joy.“, She pushed me to the mouth to be toe to the mouth until all five between my lips in my oral cavity and continued:“ Suck ‘suck on it you worm and back ”, I did as I was called and moved closer to herSeating, with which she immediately opened her other foot.

I immediately got an order with this: “smell” on it. Inhale deeply ”and I did it. My lungs filled with air and the smell of her feet. Süßlich-Herb were captured by her again and the meat between my legs solidified.

I no longer know how short or long I was waiting in this situation and indulged in my “addiction”, but soon she came to an abrupt end when the ringing of the door tore me back into reality.

“Oh, the visit is there”. Mrs. Arendt grinned at me devilishly and continued, “Well, be glad that there are not many ‘men’ of your age who can boast of being processed by two mature.”, It shot through my head:” Rule number 6 “. I knew what I had signed, but that she was already using her “right” so quickly. I hadn’t expected it to.

I saw how she walked through the hallway to the door and, in view of the fact that I will be completely naked in front of a stranger shortly, or kneeling should fill myself with a certain sense of shame.

The door opened, with a progress of the Seit my mistress she revealed the view of my new “tormentor” and what I saw was almost incredible. One of the door was a woman over 40, slim slim, tall, a good bit larger than myself and clearly Asian origin. If I had typed, I would have thought of it as a country of origin Japan, although that shouldn’t really do so. She was wearing a simple black costume, high -heeled pumps, her hair was put up on the back of the head and all in all she reminded me of a stewardess.

This woman, who now entered the apartment, radiated a natural authority and after the greeting my mistress, who was quite friendly, they both entered the living room after I heard Ms. Arendt say: “Believe me, he will like, we will have a lot of funwith him … he does what I tell him “.

The closer this stranger came to me, the greater it seemed to be and, due to her stature and the contrast of her light skin, had something more threatening to her dark clothing. She looked down at me from above and a corner of the mouth was amused, so I hoped that she would be good for me. Her gaze wandered down to me to between my legs and I heard her voice aware for the first time: “You were right, it could really be fun ..

Can the?“And my mistress replied as if it were the most everyday in the world:“ So to my satisfaction he was all enough.”

I felt completely degraded and also instrumentalized, on the other hand it was an uplifting feeling that I seemed to be able to physically enjoy such an experienced woman, but before I could see the thoughts further and I heard Ms. Arendt snaps with my fingers- she pointed to the square in front of a large sofa. I suspected what it meant and made myself as soon as possible before. As I lay there so I heard Ms. Arendt say: “This is my colleague and girlfriend Yuki and you will be as much as she asked for it. Likewise to me ..

Woe to I have to be ashamed of you “.

I heard the two women laugh amused and when they had climbed over me and took a seat on the sofa, Yuki’s voice solidified and she said: “Slave … help me out of my shoes. My poor feet have been there all day and they have been waiting for you with anticipation “.

With trembling hands I sent my shoes to pull off her feet and I didn’t know what would expect me. But my surprise was all the greater when I saw her feet in full beauty for the first time.

So far I had appreciated Mrs. Arendt’s feet on shoe size 40, so Mistress Yuki certainly had 41 or 42, her feet were long and slim and this nature were her toes. Her feet seemed a bit awful, almost bony, but it didn’t look unhealthy or repulsive in any way. So far I could only see her perfect, smooth soles whose foot vaults were very pronounced and the sight of which alone was already addressing me, so she clawed her long toes to show me her “claws”. Their toenails were kept in a dark red and long, the nail beds were just as long and in width may have two thirds of the length.

I could have looked ahead forever, but Mistress Patricia came before and laughed at her “colleague”: “If you want him to do everything you want, then you have to get him used to the smell of your feet.”. Mistress Yuki stalled: “What? It is on smell? I can’t imagine myself today. We were jogging earlier. They have to smell pretty strictly.“, My mistress laughed Lauter and replied:“ Don’t worry.

Is no different for me and he even mine, the little Schleckermaul, ”by saying that she pressed her feet in my face to demonstrate my mind. I immediately smelled on her soles and licked it like an addicter, which was accompanied by Yuki’s voice, “Incredible. The guy is somehow perverted … but that just makes me a lot.”, Patricia replied only” do no compulsion “and removed her feet.

Yuki looked at me from her almond -shaped eyes, raised a foot and lowered it on me, but hesitated him completely on me.

“Well go … dare to do it,” said Mistress Patricia with a laugh at her. As if she wanted to prove something in front of her colleague and girlfriend, Mistress Yuki pressed her divine foot into my face and I smelled the scent of another woman for the first time than my “owner”.

I heard Yuki speak: “Hm … feels new ..

But not even bad. On the contrary.“She started to rub her foot in my face and I continued to inhale her fragrance, which was still more sweet than the Patricias, but still a little more intense than my senses. Immediately these senses drove me the blood between the legs and my center consolidated into unexpected dimensions when Patricia took on and said: “Look … I think your feet like the little sow …”

Yuki also started to laugh and I heard her say: “That’s really relaxing.

You should really rent the guy. You can definitely make a lot of money with it.“, I heard correctly? As a prostitute for the favors of women with a penchant to treat men with their feet? Where was I got in here? And already I heard Patricia thoughtfully say: “This is not a bad idea in itself.”, Before I was able to pursue it in my thoughts or even protest it, Yuki pushed her graziles, slim, long toes in my mouth and asked:” Get off “, show me that you also taste my feet”. But once again I came before, because before I could do anything Patricia began to put her feet around my hard and to edit him with their adorable vaults. I played around Yuki’s toes with my tongue as if there was nothing else to do in the world.

I sucked on her toes and enjoyed her divine smell and taste. Yuki’s eyes must have been directed by me unseen on my husband, because at some point I heard her to Patricia whisper. She probably assumed that I couldn’t hear her, but I understood every single word. “In addition to the foot fetish thing, there is actually more in there? I would like to ..

You already know … I mean … it’s really well built.“, I felt honored in a way, because apparently I was somehow attractive to her. I secretly hoped for the ‘okay’ of my mistress, because after her wonderful feet I was curious about the rest of this new “dominatrix” and apparently Las Patricia my thoughts and she laughed quietly “I am not so prudish, you can get on you calmlyAfter all, he is my slave and not my husband “.

I only heard a quiet hissing from Yuki and it sounded clear as a “now immediately?”And my mistress’ answer followed quickly and a little louder:” Whenever you want, but as I said: If you want to hold it under your control, you have to keep it under your feet “.

I felt a jerk on my limb and at the same moment I heard Patricia: “On my knees slave, there is to do.“, I was still straightening up slightly foggy and there they were sitting there, the Dream team … the dynamic duo of the Foot fetish, Both barefoot and with legs whipped on top of each other, offering me their feet. Patricia prevailed: “Present your slave cock” and I pushed my pelvis so that my stiff member Yuki protruded, which my husbands looked extensively and smiled satisfied: “Very nice, I will often visit you in the near future.“, Then she pressed a foot against my member and pressed it against my body. Yuki started rubbing her toe bales intensely on me and I was getting tougher under her work, while Patricia started putting her soles gently against my upper body and offering me the smell of her feet together with her soles by giving her feet hiking on my chest.

When Yuki believed that I was hard enough, she spread her legs, although her skirt slipped far up. This horny sow was actually not wearing a tanga … always ready, so to speak, so to speak. She put her slim back on her pub.

Without grumbling, I leaned forward, approached my face to her oriental pleasure center and found that the smell of this exuded was not unlike that of her feet. Patricia was probably not quick enough, because when I lightly directed my gaze I saw that her fingers were already lying between her thighs and she felt like herself. As it looked, I would spend a lot of time here, I felt how Patricia’s back of the foot pressed against my back of my head and I was pressed with gentle violence between Yuki’s thigh until my lips came to lie down. Yuki crossed the thighs behind my neck and back and I heard it quiet.“, My tongue carefully feared into this new territory and the taste led me to search for more detail immediately.

I started to let my tongues play on this woman in every possible way and she thanked me with increasingly excited pleasure sounds. My mistress Patricia’s foot was looking for my step and she massaged me there while she continued to satisfy herself. At some point Yuki groaned loudly and whispered “No more … go, lie on the sofa” and she spread her legs wide again and gave me free.

While I loosened up from her dripping wet hole and straightened up, both women got up and Patricia pushed me on the sofa with a step against the back, where Yuki immediately “adjusted” me. Before I knew I knelt over my pelvis and that of Patricia hovered over my face. I heard the voice of my mistress “You know the game yes … tongue out!”.

A graceful Asian hand began to massage my shaft extensively and apparently to prepare for more. Soon both pelvis lowered me and it became dark and narrow. My hard member was comprised and fixed by an unknown narrowness, while my tongue was also able to fill a room. I started licking a woman while the other started riding me.

I felt how the two sex -obsessed goddesses shifted their weights on me and assumed that they touched each other and gave joy. I was truly her sex toy and it excited me over all dimensions. When I went up, I could see the delicate pink of the opening of my mistress and the pale ocher of her buttocks, when my gaze wandered down between her legs, I saw my man’s power disappear into a pale body. I suppressed my climax as best I could because I didn’t want this situation to come to an end so quickly, I wanted to serve.

So the two women rode up to the climax on me until I couldn’t keep it anymore and began to pump my seed in Mistress Yuki. I felt a hectic movement on me and Patricia got up and her intimate area was immediately replaced by Yukis feet. At that moment I was in heaven and so Patricia’s voice sounded an angel choir right away when she said: “Get my slave about it, because you will also serve yuki every now and then, but perhaps also her daughter still many in any caseother women “. So it seemed to be a matter of being, in the intoxication of the endorphins I only noted that I was apparently released for prostitution, but part of my brain thought: “If it would be in this way ..

Then it just gets wonderful.”

After Yuki had left the apartment and went home, I wished to be the ground on which she was changing. But before I was able to get lost too much in these fantasies, Patricia made use of her right again. “That you don’t forget who your slave tail belongs to you small rats.“She sticked to me as she pushed me down at the Genick Harsch to her feet. “Kiss.

I think you’ve got used to Yuki too much. Remember who first fulfilled your little perverse fantasies.“I wanted to start, to demonstrate my tendency and already had a number of slim toes in my mouth and heard her voice whispered“ Yeah … you don’t really want that, I don’t know at all. But you are addicted to them.

Hmm?“I wanted to shake my head, but realized how meaningless it was and nodded. “Good slave. Put you under my chair, I want to work something else.“Without saying a word, I obeyed and spent hours under your soles that seemed to smell more with every minute.

At some point she probably noticed my hardness and Patricia began to edit my limb with one of her soles. At some point she got up and said to me: “Slave, I have something.

You’re horny again, so meet perfectly. Turn on your back, ”I made it expectant to follow. My mistress knelt over my member and once again squeezed it into her hole. She put her feet on my face and supplied me with violent pelvic bins while I enjoyed her smell until she descended at some point and knelt on all fours and knelt: “Go ..

Lick me from behind!”. Defined by her dominant man, I pushed my tongue into her vagina and she groaned: “Not there … higher!“, I’m freezing at that moment. I should do something!? My mistress went backwards: “What is? Did you fall asleep!? Put your slave tongue in me.

What do you think why I kneel here?“, I hesitated and she got into rage slightly. Patricia reached back, clawed into my hair and dragged my face between her buttocks – she shouted at me: “Finally let go”. I just groaned desperately: “What did I do to you, why do you humiliate me” and got your resounding laughter to answer: “Immination? If that already humiliates you, you will still experience completely new dimensions of humiliation with me. Believe me ..

But now start at the time, otherwise I’ll think about putting this experience for you.”.

Of course I wanted to avoid that and so I humiliated my tongue. She once again laughed quietly: “So it’s good. Don’t defend yourself. Let it happen.“, First my tongue only played gently around her rosette, but at some point it put pressure on my back of my head again and it slowly but surely disappeared in between.

I couldn’t believe that I pushed my tongue in the butt of a completely stranger.

How sick was I actually? I was so dependent on my fetish? So addicted to her feet? Why did this perverse stuff drove my blood into my tail again? She also noticed that I hardened and immediately put her feet back to take me through me. “N/a? You probably like that quite well … go. Lick your mistress nice and deep.“And drunk like me again, I also obeyed.

My tongue pushed into shallows that I had never known before. The rhythm of spurring me on my lacquered toes became more and more rapidly, as well as my breathing. They were unusually smooth. As I licked her, the little sow actually had petroleum jelly on her feet.

At that moment I couldn’t imagine anything more hotter than to think I between her pleasurable feet until she tore me out of my thoughts and wrinkled me: “Time to make you serious.”. I pulled my tongue out of her and looked confused: “What? How … how serious? What do you mean?”. She looked at me annoyed and said quietly but “Do you think I jerk yourself hard for fun? Your tongue and your slave cock now have wax release.“She lay on her back and spread her legs very far.

“Well, push him in”. I stared down at her body and immediately got a kick against my chest: “I don’t repeat myself, you little pig!”. I put on my limb expectantly and heard how she asked me “Let’s go now. With it!“And I didn’t want to resist anymore.

I pushed my hard member, very deeply into her against the resistance of her sphincter and was immediately surrounded by her absolute tightness. It was getting dark because her feet were again demanding about my face and her smell robbed me of the mind. So I started to push deeper into her butt and heard her screaming and moaning through a wall. She always pushed several toes into my mouth at the same time and let me suck and smell it.

She was definitely no longer quite normal, just as she made me a slave and forced in all possible perversions. But … God I loved it. My member was getting bigger and bigger in her until I almost had pain to push her into her.

I was afraid that my best piece would burst through the pressure.