"From Foot Fun to Master"
BRB
When I first met him, he had never known what it was like to have his beautiful and very sexy feet worshiped. I told him of my foot fetish, and he told me, he would be willing to try having his feet worshiped. At the same time, he told me that he liked being a top, and really had no desire to bottom any longer. It was a mutual agreement.
Brian was a little uneasy the first time we had foot fun. Unsure what to do, we agreed he would sit back comfortably in the oversized chair in our bedroom, and I would show him the fun we could have with me licking his sweaty feet, eating his toe jam, and sucking his toes. His dick got really hard as he sat back in the chair in his black Calvin Klein briefs, and I got on the floor and started kissing his fee.
Reaching for his right foot, I licked his sweaty feet, which until about two minutes before had been wearing black nylon socks for the last twelve twelve hours. He was relaxed in his chair and started moaning as my tongue licked from the heels of his foot to the underneath of his toes. His dick was hard as a rock when my tongue then went between his toes to have an appetizer of his toes, and finally making a meal of his toes as I sucked each one individually.
He soon started getting into having his feet worshiped and told me to keep sucking his toes. Moans kept getting louder and his dick was getting harder. He was pumping his dick faster and faster while I sucked his toes. A few minutes later, he yelled, "Rick, I'm about to cum." Taking that as my cue, I then nestled between his legs, and my mouth positioned itself around his dick just a few minutes before he delivered to me what must have been over a gallon of his cum.
We kissed, and gave me a hug. He then said, "Baby, you can have my feet anytime you want them. That was fantastic."
For the next three years, foot worship became a regular part of our sex life. Brian had gone to thoughts of unknown to loving to have his feet worshiped. His favorite thing was to hold his sweaty socks up to my face and telling me to take deep whiffs of them. Sometimes he would even use his tie to tie my wrists behind my back so I could be even more submissive to him during our foot fun.
At work, he would sometimes email me or text me with RFD or RFDN. That was our special code for Report For Duty or Report For Duty Naked. On those special message days, he always had something special planned for me to do to his feet. And usually on those special days, I was usually fucked good and hard after.
At this time we were living in Austin, Texas. I'm originally from Florida, moved to Texas for college, and never left. Brian is from Montana and moved to Texas after a law firm here offered him a good job. We led a pretty quite life here and had many good friends, both gay and straight. Our home was the center of our enjoyment, and we entertained often. In private, our sex life was fantastic, and foot worshiping became a fun and very regular part of it.
After retirement, my parents moved about two hours from us since my sister and her family had moved to Texas as well. Shortly after the move, both of them were then sick on and off for the rest of their lives. As a result, for some reason, our foot worshiping became less and less frequent. Soon it no longer existed. Our sex life kept getting better and better in the process. I figured that our foot fun was history, and although I still lusted for my husband's feet, I accepted its ending. Although, many private jack off sessions thinking of his feet had taken place during that time.
And then after an eleven-year hiatus, the most bizarre thing happened. We had arranged our schedules so that we could spend a month with Brian's parents in Montana. His parents would be leaving on a Friday and returning on Sunday night to attend a cattleman's conference. We would have the whole ranch to ourselves for the weekend.
On Friday afternoon, we were sitting on the sofa watching TV and playing with his mom's dog when I looked down at Brian's feet. He was flexing his feet and wiggling his toes. My dick was now so hard I thought it would put a whole in my underwear. He then slid his feet out of his flip-flops, and I then went to the bathroom to shoot my load. Oh, how I wanted to kneel at his feet and take all of his toes in my mouth.
That night we were both reading in bed in his old bedroom. He then said, "Babe, can I ask you something?"
I said, "of course."
He then asked me "When you got your hard on after seeing my feet, why didn't you ask me to worship them?"
Feeling ashamed and embarrassed, I said, "I didn't think you were interested in that anymore."
He then said, "I've never wanted it to stop; it just kind of did." With that, he got out of bed, took my hand, and we walked to the chair in the corner of the bedroom." He stripped down to his underwear and told me to get naked before he sat down. At that moment we were both horny as hell.
He then said, "Babe, is there something you'd like to ask me?"
I then said, "Brian, could I please be your foot slave."
He then said, "Of course, ask me again. But replace Brian with Sir, and in your question, leave out the word foot."
My heart was racing as I looked up to see a big smile of satisfaction on his face. I then said, "Sir, may I be your slave?"
He then said, "Yes, yes, yes, I've wanted to hear you say those words since the first time you started sucking my toes."
He then reached down to me and kissed me. He then said, "Now slave, kiss my feet in submission." As I was kissing my Master's feet, I could see him reach down in the chair and pull something tucked inside it.
He then said, "Come up from my feet, but remain kneeling and keep your head lowered." I did as my Master told me to. He then placed a collar around my neck and then reached on the other side of the chair and attached a leash to it. I then realized he had probably planned this for some time.
Now holding the leash in his hand, he then told me to go back to kissing his feet. I did as I was told. A few minutes later, he led me to the bathroom and told me to kneel. He opened my mouth and began pissing in it. I was told that swallowing his cum and drinking his piss would become almost daily routines. Master also told me to keep my head lowered in his presence at all times unless given permission to look at him during my slave training period.
Pulling me by the collar, he had me crawl to the lavatory. He then pulled out a razor and shaving cream from his dopp kit. He told me, "Hair is a sign of manhood, and you gave that right up a few minutes ago when you became my slave. Finally you have found your destiny, to be owned by a handsome, strong, and dominant man." With my head still lowered and unsure if I was given permission to speak, I said, "Yes Master."
He then said, "You are now my slave, my chattel, my property. I own you like I own this pair of black Calvin Klein briefs." He then said, "Understand, slave?"
I said, "Yes Master."
Master then said, "Good, at least you're bright enough to know your destiny." He then added, "No slave of mine will have hair in areas that are meant to represent manhood. Every morning you will shave your chest, crotch, pits, and ass." He then pulled the chain so my head was now looking up to him. He then said, "During your morning inspection, if I see even a spec of hair in those areas, you will be beaten so hard, you won't be able to sit down for the rest of the day." I was then told to shave and then report back to the bedroom so he could give me my first inspection.
Shaving ever so careful, I kept wiping the area I was shaving to make sure I got every hair off my body. Hoping I would pass inspection, I then walked back into the bedroom with my head lowered to see Master sitting in his chair with his legs spread open. He told me to stand still while he rubbed his hands on my chest, crotch, pits, and ass. Satisfied with my progress on this first shaving, he then said, "Soon you should be able to do this faster than you took for this first time." He then told me to kneel and he'd tell me my new duties. Master began by telling me that besides the morning shave, I was expected to bring him coffee in bed every morning and to fix breakfast before we left for work. When he got out of the bed, I was to kiss his feet good morning, and then open my mouth so I could drink his morning piss unless he wanted to piss in the toilet. I was to set out his clothes and dress him as well.
My other duties included being the housekeeper and chef. I was told I would serve him his meals in the dining room. When he finished eating, I was to clean the dining room and dishes and then I could eat in the kitchen standing up. Then for the rest of the evening, I would be allowed to sit on the floor at his feet while he enjoyed the comfort of our/his furniture. I was told the floor was now my furniture: to both sit and to sleep. If Master invited me to his bed, I would then have permission to lie next to him, but was told that would probably only happen when he wanted to tie me up and fuck me. He then added, "No slave butt's ass will ever touch my furniture."
Master also told me that whenever we would go anywhere, I would drive him. He added that we were both professionals in the community, so of course, he would ride in the front next to me, but I would be his chauffeur. Also, in public, I was to walk one step behind him, and I would have to practice this so it would not be obvious to anyone.
In public functions, Master said he would tell me when I could address him as Brian. Also, during the times we entertained and would be entertained, I could call him Brian and sit on the furniture, so none of our family or friends would suspect we were now living a Master-slave relationship. He also told me that during these times, if I could get his attention by not having to call him by his first name that would be even better.
In the three years since we signed our Master-slave contract, we have both realized we regret the time we wasted by not admitting we both longed for this relationship. Today, I feel almost naked when I leave the house, and I'm not wearing my collar. Master keeps me naked most of the time, except when I'm serving him dinner. Then he tells me to either put on one of the different colored jock straps he has for me, or he has me wear a pair of black briefs with a black bow tie. When I leave the house on Monday mornings for work, after being naked most of the weekend, it's a strange feeling.
Master has also met two other Masters in the area, and occasionally the Masters meet in each other's homes while we slaves entertain them. Master says he likes these times because on those times our asses are usually touched, pinched, and fondled by the Masters. This gets Master very horny, and when we get home, he usually ties me up, has his fun with me in cock and ball torture or tit torture before he fucks me good and hard. He often ends the night by having me sit in the bathtub while he pisses all over me. Finally he will often end the night by sitting on my face for me to rim him while he jacks off and ramming his dick down my mouth to get my final evening reward of his cum.
Today was a hot day in Austin and Master decided it would be a good day to work on his tan while I worked in the flower -beds on our private patio. I like these days when I see Master is able to relax, and he loves getting sun whenever he has the time. I was planting fresh flowers, pulling weeds, and moving things on the patio as Master told me the places he wanted the statutes.
On three different occasions, Master called me to the chaise lounge chair where he was relaxing. One time I was told to wipe the sweat off of his body. Another time I was told to reapply some sunscreen to his perfect chest, legs, and feet. The third time I was called to the area, he had me pour him a glass of ice-cold water. I was then given a five-minute break and told I could get some water from the garden hose. Master always looks so sexy in his Speedo
As I was completing my jobs on the patio, Master got up from the chair to walk around the patio to inspect my work. His flip-flops were on the side of his chair, but he chose not to put them on. His beautiful, tanned feet walked on the pavement to inspect the plants and potted plants he decided were to go there. He then walked all over the small grassy area of the patio to check out the new birdbath I placed there.
Returning to his chair, he then motioned for me to go to him. I kneeled at his feet as I am expected to do. Lifting his sunglasses and wiping beads of sweat, he then said, "Slave, there are grass stains on the soles of my feet. Use your tongue and clean them well."
I licked my Master's feet from the heels of his feet all the way up to his toes. I even licked the tops of his feet hoping this would please him. After a few minutes, he then held his feet up and said, "Nice job, slave." I then put his flip-flops back on his feet. He placed my collar around my neck and attached the leash so I could crawl back inside the house.
Back inside, he grabbed my face and held it down so I could lick the sweat from his pits. He then did the same thing to his dick and ass. I licked every drop of sweat off my Master's body. He then led me to the bedroom, opened the closet door with the hooks and tied me up telling me he would have his fun with me now. For the next half hour, Master used his property for tit torture, which he loves, and putting very tight clothespins up and down my body. He then turned me around, and paddled me until my buns were flaming red. As he touched them, they hurt so badly, I would squirm. He would then grip them even tighter. Finally, I was untied, told to kneel, and he pissed in my mouth just before he jumped in the shower.
Today was just an ordinary day, nothing unusual, as most days are. I love, love, love, watching my Master relaxing while I am doing whatever he requires of me. Some people may not understand our relationship. That's okay, but do not judge my Master and myself because our relationship is private and is lived in the privacy of our, or actually his home. When he went from being my husband to being my Master/owner/husband, I realized that I was finally able to achieve my destiny: to be owned and controlled by another man. We both love our roles, and we are happy.