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This is a story I wrote a while back. This is the first part.
Joy’s Foot Slave
Carl has had his eyes on Joy ever since he met her last Spring in College. They became close friends since then but nothing has happened since Joy has been in a relationship for almost 4 years now. She’s deep in love with her boyfriend, but that didn’t stop Carl from dreaming that someday, if luck is his ally, that he would end up going out with her. And yes such dream was worth it. Joy is a stunningly beautiful young brunette. She has long black hair that adorns her beautiful face. Her body is to kill for, but the most important part for Carl was her feet. Joy has an exquisite pair of feet that are simply a work of art: high arches with perfectly shaped toes, slender calves with the calf bone delicious as ever. Many are the nights Carl stayed up late dreaming of one day laying at the feet of his friend, kissing and worshipping them. He dreamt of being dominated by her, bossing him around and using him for her own pleasure. But this is all that those dreams amounted to; just dreams.
One night, Joy was over at Carl’s studying for an upcoming midterm, and she was complaining of having a sore back. Naturally, Carl offered her a back rub. Now, to clarify something, Carl is a very outgoing and popular guy in college. He has many friends and knows his way with girls regardless of his average looks. If Joy hadn’t been in such a long relationship, Carl would’ve probably had a chance. Anyway, back to that night. As Carl started with his back rub, the feelings of pleasure and relaxation immediately showed themselves on Joy’s face. And after a couple of minutes of both sitting on his bed while he gave her a back rub, he told her he was done and signaled her to prop her feet onto his lap to give her a foot massage now. Carl never could bottle down his desire towards his friends’ feet. He tried touching, caressing, or just looking at their feet whenever he had the chance.
Carl: Come on give them to me.
Joy: Haha never! I don’t even let my boyfriend touch my feet! I feel it’s so degrading!
Carl: Haha trust me Joy once I’ve given you a foot massage, you’ll be begging me later on for some.
Joy: That may be true but still… I don’t feel comfortable having you do such a humiliating act!
Carl: What humiliation?! I’m just offering a foot massage for a friend! Anyway, as you wish your loss.
And they went back to studying. But the thought of giving Joy a foot massage lingered in his mind, and he finally came to the decision of going all out. After all, she is his closest friend right now. Never mind, all of that is just rationalizations; he was just too excited by the idea of being this close that he didn’t want to miss the chance.
Carl: Have you changed your mind regarding that foot rub?
Joy laughingly: What’s up with you and my feet Carl?! And no I’m still refusing.
Carl: Well, about your question… Umm… I want to tell you something… I have never told anyone this, so please just keep it between us. And if we weren’t this close, I wouldn’t even tell you. But I’d really like to share this with you. I… I have a foot fetish.
Joy: A what?
Carl: A foot fetish Joy. I am sexually attracted to female feet.
Joy just stared blankly at her friend while he was spilling his innermost fantasies to her.
Carl: Feet, stockings, high heels, flat ballerinas, they all arouse me more than anything. And this thing comes with submissive tendencies.
Joy: Submissive?
Carl: Yes, it’s not just about the feet. What I really crave is the feeling of submission to a woman. I would do anything to have a dominant girl control me.
Joy: What do you mean by control?
Carl: What I mean is have someone treat me as their property. Do with me as she pleases. Humiliate me. Degrade me. Order me around and have me do the most disgusting of things. I pray that I find a woman to treat me as her pet.
Joy: Are you serious? Who would want that?
Carl: Please Joy don’t judge me. It took me a long time to get used to my sexual preferences. And it sure took me a lot to confess them to you. Please keep an open mind about it.
Joy: I’m trying to Carl. And besides, why are you telling me all this?
Carl: Okay, please don’t freak out. I’m telling you this because you are the perfect woman for such fantasy. You’re stunningly beautiful, and your feet are to die for. Ever since we became friends, I dreamt of being your slave. Someone as beautiful as you deserves to have a slave.
Joy: A slave? You want to be my slave? What does that even mean?
Carl: Well, if I were to be your slave, you would practically own me. You can have me do whatever you want. You would take your place as a superior of mine, and I would worship you as my God. I would always be on my knees for you; I would kiss your feet as greeting and clean them with my tongue whenever you wish. I would polish all of your shoes with my tongue as well. You would use me as your footrest whenever you need one. I would be your ashtray. I’ll do your College assignments and clean your dorm room. Bottom line, I’ll be your pet.
Joy: And you really want that?! You really want me to treat you as my pet?!
Carl: Joy I would kill to get the chance to have you treat me as your pet; to let me worship the ground you walk on. I am less than the dirt that sticks to the bottom of your shoes. Please let us try this…
And with this Carl dropped to his knees and bowed his head to the floor at the feet of his friend.
Carl: Goddess Joy, I am begging you. I beg you to take me as your lowly slave. I beg you to give me the honor of serving and worshipping you.
Joy surprised: Get up Carl what are you doing?!
Carl: Please Goddess Joy accept my pleading. This would make me the happiest guy in the world.
Then Carl lifted his head and placed a kiss on Joy’s right foot. That day she was wearing ballerina flats. Then he placed another kiss on her left foot.
At this point Joy was in a storm of emotions. First, she was confused and shocked that her best friend had such desires and wishes. But the feeling she sensed having him on his knees, with his head bowed to the floor kissing her feet was appealing to her. Strangely, she liked it. She liked having such power of another human being; the power of owning another human being.
Joy: Listen I have to go now. We’ll talk about this later.
And with that she stood up and quickly left leaving Carl on his knees, forehead to the floor in his own bedroom.
If you like it, I'll post the next couple of parts. And please don't forget the karma ;D1
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nicy
1st krma
Gp
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Good start please continue :karma+:
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Gp
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:karma:
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لو عربى هتلاقى الكارمات بتسيل عليك
لكن البعض زى حلاتى
بيساعده تجمة جوجل
Gp
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very nice story
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Good job, Karma