Saturday, August 13, 2011

Women's Tennis Hostel


Women's Tennis Hostel
By Longsmell

Part I

The weather was sweltering, the hot sun blazed down on the lush green grass of centre court. The stage was set for a perfect afternoon here at Wimbledon. The stands were packed and these fans were eagerly anticipating the women’s Quarter Final matches.

For the first time in the history of women’s tennis, matches from the Quarter Final onwards had been increased to five sets. This ensured that all eight competitors would leave the court having been thoroughly worked and exercised. The heat of the beaming sun was sure to have an effect on the perfectly slender bodies of these girls. Sweat would drip freely and pore from every orifice of their skin. But these girls were not objects, they were very domineering, strong and merciless women who wanted to take out their frustration at being out on the court for so long, on weak pathetic men. These weak pathetic men were hecklers who had been handpicked from a previous tournament at Eastbourne and abducted by the request of the eight women. There had been only two hecklers this week and they had been invited to a free sauna and health spa. Nobody suspected anything because the invite looked genuine, but once the two men were locked inside the spa, they wouldn’t be able to get back to the outside world and therefore help was out of their reach. This was a pre-calculated trap and once the two men were inside, they would realise there was no hope of escape. The health spa is generally open to the public, but these two particular men would be lured down a different corridor and down a secret flight of stairs to the underground health spa, which was custom made to suit the needs of sadistic WTA tennis women.

The WTA Tour had secret health spas situated in locations across the entire world and especially close to where the tournament was being played that particular week. Most of the women on the tour took full advantage of these facilities and would handpick the victims themselves whilst they were signing autographs. The women would always pick men from the crowd who looked single and had come to the match on their own, or maybe two or three men together. Very rarely they would pick a family man from the crowd and after his ordeal in the health spa, he was too afraid or shocked to ever say anything to his family.

There had only been one heckler at Eastbourne last week, he was constantly rude and continuously wolf whistling during the Sharapova and Hingis matches. The heckler was an English man called Paul and he had short black hair and looked in his mid twenties.

Paul was confident as well as arrogant and he would constantly voice his frustration during the course of the match from his position in the stand. Even when other members of the crowd told him to quieten down, he would continue to taunt the players to spur them on, unaware that it was just making matters worse. When a player he supported hit a great shot, he would wolf whistle really loudly and shout ‘c’mon’!!!

When the annoyed women came off court, they pointed him out to their bosses and they double-checked using video footage just to ensure they had targeted the correct person. Paul had now become the victim; he was sent a letter inviting him to the health spa on July 4th 2007. The letter was written informally and was no nice and welcoming. Paul had no reason to suspect anything suspicious; the letter also promised him a ticket to see a Semi Final match, but he would need to come to the health spa to collect his ticket. He couldn’t really say no, they were going to pamper him for a day before he would watch a top quality WTA match in the beautiful sunshine whilst eating strawberries and cream. Little did he know he would be eating strawberries and cream off a different platter.
Wimbledon Ladies Singles Quarter Final Matches

TUESDAY 4TH JULY 2007

Order of Play - Matches commencing from 12:00pm on Centre Court

MARTINA HINGIS (6) V (8) ELENA DEMENTIEVA
ANA IVANOVIC (14) V (1) MARIA SHARAPOVA
NICOLE VAIDISOVA (10) V (19) TATIANA GOLOVIN
DANIELA HANTUCHOVA (18) V (33) MARIA KIRILENKO

In the health spa

‘Hi, how can I help you sir?’ said the female receptionist sitting at the desk.

‘I have an invite here for the health spa,’ and Paul passed the letter to the receptionist. She examined it very carefully and smiled up at him.

‘So you must be Paul then,’ and she smiled again.

‘Today is your lucky day Paul... Wait here one second,’ the receptionist suddenly stood up and walked off leaving Paul standing at the desk.

Time passed and Paul decided to sit down in the reception area until the receptionist came back. He didn’t have to wait long, but the woman was not alone… she had company… two other women; both taller than her and wearing black stiletto high heels. It was only when he allowed his face to move upwards that he saw who the two ladies were.

‘WOW, Steffi Graf and Gabriela Sabatini are here.’ Paul was amazed and shocked at the same time.

The receptionist spoke, ‘Mr Smith, it is my pleasure to announce that both Steffi and Gabriela here wish to give you a guided tour of our health spa personally.’ ‘If you just follow them, they will be happy to answer any questions you may have and will show you where everything is and how you can win your free ticket for a semi final match.’

Stefanie Maria Graf was a former world number one female tennis champion, with twenty-two Grand Slam titles to her name. She was a tall girl, around 5”9, but her black stiletto heels propelled her to 6 foot. She was a tall and demanding figure and quite intimidating in person. She was wearing a white blouse with black blazer and a short black skirt with tights. The uniform made her look authoritarian especially with her German complexion. She had not lost her figure or looks since retiring from the court. Her blonde hair was still as long and thick as ever, but what I really noticed was that she barely smiled at me. It almost felt as if she was looking down on me, like I was a piece of dirt on the floor and I am not fit to even grace her company.

Gabriela Beatriz Sabatini was one of the leading women’s tennis stars on the circuit in the late 1980’s and early 1990’s. She succeeded in winning the US Open title in 1990. She was very similar in height to Steffi Graf and her red high heels made her look 6 foot as well. She had a South American complexion. She would make a good porn star, and being from Argentina she looked very sultry and you could pass her as Italian. She was wearing a buttoned up shirt with a blue blazer. She didn’t seem as dominant in her uniform as Steffi, but she possessed a stare that was cold, which went right through me. Both women looked as though they didn’t want to even look in my direction, never mind showing me around a health spa. Still, I wasn’t going to turn down my chance of getting a free ticket for one of the semi final matches.

‘Follow us Mr Smith, this way,’ said Steffi in a strict German accent.

Gabriele said nothing, they weren’t very welcoming, but they turned around very quickly and I had to stand up and walk faster just to catch up to them. I was stood behind them as they both walked down the corridor, their high heels making a loud clicking against the wooden floor of the building. I was too scared to speak to the two women; I just waited for one of them to become friendly, but it was so silent walking down the corridor and there was hardly anybody else around. We seemed to walk forever, making so many turns I wouldn’t be able to get back to reception by myself, the air was becoming colder here and the scenery was changing ever so slowly, the walls were dusty here as we entered a corridor which looked uncompleted. There was even scaffolding scattered all around this area and work tools on the floor. The lighting was very dim and even the floor was full of dirt around here. It smelt very musky around here; there was a pungent odour in the air, a very stale smell. I could hear what sounded like a boiler whirring in the background, and as we walked a little longer I felt the air become warm, but the cold atmosphere still remained. We turned down another corridor and there were doors all over the place, but the walls and floor were so dingy, it felt like I was in some medieval torture dungeon or something, I could see spider webs growing all over the walls and bizarrely I saw what looked like a small mud trough and it stunk like cow shit, but I was never one to feel sick from driving past a farm, although the smell was quite unpleasant. All of a sudden, Gabriele opened a steel door, but strangely she needed to unlock the padlock with a key and push three large bolts across to open the door fully.

‘We’re here Mr Smith, this is the greatest health spa in the world, it might not look much, but I assure you this spa has been designed based upon years and years of research. We specialise in sensory deprivation to create a great sense of peace and tranquillity while you relax fully.’

Steffi interrupted, ‘we think that spas with two many people in are uncomfortable and they don’t allow you to relax in peace. Here it is warm, peaceful, and you will love it so much, just wait until you get inside and see it for yourself.’

Gabriela finally unbolted the door and slowly pushed it open and invited me in first. I walked in and looked around the room, it was so small and cramped! But what hit me the most was the smell inside; it was very stale and overpowering. From the door, there was a small slanted path downwards into the heart of the room. The room itself was tiny with no windows, just four small walls and a ceiling. It seemed airtight, the only air, which seeped in and out, was through the main door and that was also made from steel. The lights were dimmed, so I couldn’t really make out what the contraptions were in the room. One looked like a table of some sorts, there were casket type contraptions. There was an exercise bike and ropes and hanging down from the ceiling. I was fascinated by now and walked down to the centre of the room. Suddenly I could see a line of hangers with clothes on, there were socks scattered all over the floor and I could see lines upon lines of high heels, sandals and trainers. I guessed this is where the smell was coming from; it was strong and very sweaty.

The clothes and footwear looked old and worn, why hadn’t somebody moved them? This wasn’t a good thing to have in a special health spa. It didn’t seem very appetising at all; in fact I had my doubts as soon as the corridors began to get dark, weird and smelly.

‘I’m sorry girls, but I’m gonna have to turn this down, its just not what I expected.’

‘Really? Said Steffi. Well… we don’t like men like you… especially when you insult our facilities.’

‘It stinks in here, how can anyone relax in surroundings like these? ‘This room looks like a dungeon, not a fuckin’ health spa and I’m insulted that you would even make me walk all this way to this shithole of a room, which by the way stinks like hell… Paul didn’t finish what he was saying as he felt a high heel kick him viciously in the balls and he fell to the floor in agonising pain.

‘CRACK… Steffi booted him again in his privates and Gabriele followed up by stamping her heel down on his nether regions.

Paul was curled up in a ball on the floor writhing in pain. He tried to crawl slowly towards the ramp up to the exit door, but each time he did, Steffi and Gabriele would kick him harder in his balls and he would stop dead in his tracks.

‘Listen Paul, it was never your lucky day.’ ‘You’ve been chosen because you think you can treat women like shit, but we’re different because we like to treat men like shit and you’ll soon become a boy when you find you cant stop what is happening to you.’ ‘You are going to spend at least the next month in this prison, it will become your hell, your only visits will be from powerful superior women who are also aware that you are a little shit, and they are not here for your fun or pleasure, they are here to torture you.’ ‘Screaming in here wont do you any good, this room is soundproof, and there are no windows, no open doors, no freedom, no fresh air and certainly no escape.’ ‘You will soon learn how these contraptions work, and especially how they are designed to keep you immobilised whilst our women use you in any shape or form.’ ‘We have kept this room in a state designed to create the maximum effect of torture, we don’t specialise in blood or what you would call general torture.’ ‘We specialise in foot torture and that could be in a mental or physical sense, you will grow to despise it and feel revoltingly sick, but it is the only smell we will allow you to wallow in, you will be kept in situations where you can do nothing physically at all, you will be paralysed and all of these situations will be slow and torturous, we have done years and years of research to know how to apply this torture properly.’ ‘I’ll give you one example of how torturous this is gonna be for you, but first.’

‘Crack… Steffi kicked Paul in the crotch again to keep him down.

‘You see Paul, this contraption here is called the ‘sweatbox’, Gabriela walked over to the contraption and opened it, the lid swung open. The sweatbox was shaped like a coffin. ‘Look inside the coffin, it is half-filled with water, but it is not just ordinary water.’ ‘Our women like to put their feet in small tubs filled with water to rest and clean their feet, most of them like to keep their feet relaxed for at least a couple of hours, but by then, the water has become dirty and sweaty.’ ‘Instead of wasting this water, we like to take the small tub filled with the dirty sweaty water and pour it into sweatbox and continue doing this until the sweatbox is half full.’ ‘There is an heater built into the sweatbox which makes the sweaty dirty water become slightly warm.’ ‘Once the water is slightly warm, we lie our victims inside the sweatbox and close the lid to trap all the smell inside.’ ‘Our women will then lie on these specially positioned seats and put their feet through holes in the side of the coffin and punish you in a horrible way, most of them like to splash the water all over your body or face and some of our women like to soak their feet in the murky water and then make you drink it, or rub it all over your face.’ ‘Don’t worry you wont have a choice in the matter, we have gags designed to keep your mouth open.’

‘Gabriela walked over to Paul and stood astride his pathetic body crawling on the floor. Paul was crawling on his stomach, and he tried to inch his way to his knees. Gabriela positioned herself dominantly behind him anticipating him trying to stand up and as he did, she ran forwards and with all her anger and strength transferred to her high heel, she booted him extremely hard in his testicles from behind and he fell back down flat on his stomach in agony. Gabriela jumped down and straddled Paul’s back; she quickly grabbed both of his wrists and handcuffed them together. Out of the corner of his eye, he could just see the arched figure of a high heel positioned dominantly in front of him, it belonged to Steffi.

‘Tut tut tut… you are not goin’ anywhere boy.’ Steffi lifted the sole of her heel onto Paul’s face and that is when he struggled, but it was no use, he was handcuffed and everything below the waist felt like jelly. The sole of the woman’s foot smelt sweet, but strong. Paul felt an ecstasy of pain and the heavy odour of chloroform. He was being rendered unconscious by a woman’s high heel and he was completely powerless to stop it even though she was only applying gentle pressure. Steffi was asserting her power and control already, but this was only the beginning.

The room was abandoned, lonely and haunting. It had probably been used for eleven months at the most. Most of all it stunk, but it had been purposely kept in this way, so that the smells inside would become old yet not disappear completely. Even the walls and ceiling had been purposely made smooth, so that the sweat would condensate and drip down the walls. The sweat would eventually dry up on these walls and create a permanent stench in this room as long as the main door was bolted shut always, except for when someone was coming in or out. The room was compact which made a great tool to keep the sweat trapped in here. It was the ultimate torture chamber, virtually everything in here had been contaminated with sweat at some point, and it made everything grimy and slick coated. The girl’s socks that scattered the floor were still damp and tattered. The temperature in here was warm and not too hot. A room that is too hot can create false sweat, which makes it impossible to taste or smell original sweat odours. If a woman had built up sweat on the tennis court, it was this sweat that she wanted her victim to endure. She didn’t want the room heat to mask the original smell; too much sweat can overpower the nose and make the feet too slick.

Steffi and Gabriela had had fun kicking him in his groin; they took pleasure from knowing a man’s Achilles Heel by using their heels. They got so much pleasure from rendering this man to a pathetic mess on the floor. Once they had knocked him unconscious, they pulled him over to the sweatbox contraption and began to strip him of his clothes. Gabriela started to unbutton his blue Armani shirt all the way down until it was completely unbuttoned and he was wearing nothing underneath. He had a fairly smooth chest with not a lot of body hair. Steffi was pulling his Rockport boots off his feet, they wouldn’t come off at first, so she had to unlace them, she followed this up by gently pulling off both of his socks.

The man’s clothes were dumped into a small white carrier bag.

‘We’ll burn these clothes later, ok now… lets get his fuckin’ pants off.’

Paul was wearing jeans with a brown belt, but Gabriela was an expert and she swiftly unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned the jeans. She pulled the zip down and Steffi began to pull the jeans from the bottom until they slowly began to ease off. They both took pleasure in stripping down a man whilst he was unconscious as there was nothing he could do about it.

‘Let’s see his small willy,’ mocked Steffi.

Gabriela undid the buttons of his boxer shorts with a couple of her fingers and using her thumb and forefinger, pulled his flaccid penis out through the hole. It always gave her pleasure to handle a cock with two fingers as it degraded the man more and made her feel even more superior. After enjoying this moment for a few seconds, she pulled the boxers down to the man’s ankles and Steffi removed them completely. The jeans and boxers were stuffed into the white carrier bag and Steffi sealed it at the top.

Part II

Gabriela undid the buttons of his boxer shorts with a couple of her fingers and using her thumb and forefinger, pulled his flaccid penis out through the hole. It always gave her pleasure to handle a cock with two fingers as it degraded the man more and made her feel even more superior. After enjoying this moment for a few seconds, she pulled the boxers down to the man’s ankles and Steffi removed them completely. The jeans and boxers were stuffed into the white carrier bag and Steffi sealed it at the top.

'I don't trust him, even as helpless as he looks right now.'

'What do you suggest Gabriella?'

'These.'

Gabriella pulled out a pair of Professional Police Hinged Handcuffs, which she had kept hidden and slid down the back of her tight pants.

'These handcuffs are more secure Steffi, you see this hinge design here restricts wrist movement much better than with ordinary handcuffs.'

'I like your methodical thinking Gabs, with you around, there is no way this young man is leaving this room unless its on our terms.'

'And our terms suggest he is not leaving this room. Period.'

'You know the human body contains 90% water Gabs?

'Yeah, but by the time he leaves here, his body is going to contain 90% pure woman's foot sweat, even if we have to put him on a drip containing bags of our sweat.'

'Maybe we will put funnels into his throat and force-feed him, we have all the time in the world to experiment on him and make sure it is a long slow painful process.'

'Well I'm going to make him eat a sock, of course I'm going to tear it beforehand into small digestable pieces for him to enjoy for his lunch here.'

'For his dessert, I think maybe he will eat the toenail sandwich. Of course he will have the usual objections, I'm not eating that, that's disgusting you fucking evil bitch... but we both know that in the end HE WILL be eating that toenail sandwich.' 'We will use the finest bread only, soaked in foot juice water first.'

'How will be able to resist those crispy toenails?'

'I have a feeling he will try to resist, but what happens when resistance is impossible, and there is nothing, and I MEAN nothing he can do physically or mentally to stop it happening.'

'Well when he realises his resistance is failing, he will enter the next stage, which is acceptance.'

'Acceptance is something which our WTA girls will demand anyway, they wont think twice. I mean who is going to argue with Nicole Vaidisova when she walks in and she wants to give him a full-weight trample? She's a big strong girl and he is simply going to just collapse or cave in when she starts slapping him around like a rag doll.'

'Yeah, then there's Maria Sharapova, she has incredibly pungent foot smells, she is likely to be using his face as a spittoon whilst she absolutely smothers his face with her feet, and she is known to dominate this way for hours and hours and hours.'

Trip to Japan


Trip to Japan
 By Author Unknown

Dave went to Japan for a busniness trip. When he got there he was lovin all the asin women around. Little did he know how much asians like white men. So when he was done with his work, he would go out at night and find women to slepp around with. He was very sucessful with his attempts. That was until one night he ran into one asian woman who brought him to his doom.

On his 4th night in town he found this one asian woman who was dress in a nice tight top, a short skirt, fisnets and calf high black boots. Now normally Dave did all the approaching, but this time it was different. She went up to dave at the bar and started to make conversation with him. She was absolutely beautiful!!!! He was very excited to be talkin to such a goddess. She bought many rounds for him and they talked all night. After the bar had closed she asked Dave if he wanted to come over to her place. He obviously said yes.

Once back to her place, she opened the door and they both went inside. Once inside he was surprised to see 4 other asian women sitting on the couch watching movies. All were just as beautiful as her, if not more. "WOW", Dave thought to himself, I hit the jackpot tonight! She brought dave over to the living room where the other ladies were at and said "Ladies, This is Dave. He's a really great guy I met at the bar" and then she winked at them. All of them got up and they started to grope him and grab him places that turned him on instantly. He was so hard in his pants he was ready to blow. One of the ladies said "WOW, what a big boy you are." then they all started to strip his clothes off. He was so excitd he started to help them get them off. Once naked he thought he was in for a treat.

All of a sudden on lady from the back tripped out his legs from under him makin him fall to his knees, then another stuck her knee in his back diggin him in the ground pulling his arms behind his back. "What the fuck! What are you doing?" one of the ladies started to speak Japanese to her friends while holding him down. Dave had no clue hat was goin on. Another lady ran to the other room and came back with some rope. Dhe instantly tied his hands tightly behind his back flipped him over and wound his legs and feet together tightly. He was totally helpless and not to mention totally humiliated. They all laughed and chatted back and forth in Japanese so he had no clue what they were saying. Once flipped on his back they brought over a wooden harness that they placed him in affixiating his legs strapped in and secruing his head so he couldn't move. Dave was so scared, he wasn't even hard anymore, he wanted to get out of there. He screamed to be let go. Then one of them took duct tape and taped his pleaded mouth shut. Now he was totally unable to move or speak.

The all pulled up chair and sat down. They poked his naked body with the heels of there boots leaving marks and welts all over. Then one spoke to him in english. "All you Americans think you can come over here and have sex withh any woman you want. Were sick of you all thinking your Mr. Big Shot over here. Now you will pay like all the others. I hope you have a strong stomach. HAHAHAHAHAHA" They all laughed real hard

Next the lady that brought him home started to take off her boots. She unzipped one of them and pried it off. It made a loud thud as it hit the floor next to him. She picked it up and held it over his nose. He began to cunvulse but couldn't move. "Smell good American? Do you like my Asain foot stink" They all laughed. Then she put her fishet foot on his nose and gripped his nose tight, he couldn't breath. She help it for atleast 30seconds. Then she let go and held her foot on his nose. He began to breath in and out so deep and began shakin to get away. "Ha Ha, smell slave, no way your goin to get away so just take it all slave. We havn't washed out feet for 2 weeks and now you will pay for your perverted acts on our culture." Then the other boots came off and she wiped her sweaty slimy feet all over his face. It smelled of nasty viniger and cheese mixed together. He wanted to puke. "aww is out slave gonna get sick.

Then one of her friends took off her boot and revealed her thin white sweat socked sock. It was so sweaty it was dripping. LITERALLY. She peeled it off and dropped it on Daves face. she untaped his mouth and he gasped for fresh air. "I'll goive you something to be sick over you dirty American" with that she stuffed the whole sock into his mouth and retaped it clsed. It tasted so nast and foul he thought he would die. Then she dropped her other sock over his nose and tied it into place with her boots around is head so he had to breath the nasty sock plus the lingering boots musk around his head. four of them went back to the couch and went back to watching the movie. The other lady went into anothe room and cam back with more string.

When she came back she tight it tightly around his cock and balls. He moaned in pain through the sock gag. She then looped it up to the veiling thro an eye ring and ran the length of it over to the four ladies on the couch. She gave it to her friend and she gave it a nice tug. "MMMMMPPPHHHHHHHHH" "perfect" then she went back and placed 15 clothes pins all over his scrotum sac. He was in tears by now and she gave it another quick tug. "MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHHH" Laughter filled the room. "you have many night here b4 you go slave, you will feel the pain and stink b4 you go back to America. Now to seal the deal she returned with a lit candle and driped it all over his clothed pined cock and balls sealing in the clothes pins.

She returned back to the couch with her friends and all 5 watch the movie apying no attention to poor Dave securely tied down in some wooden contraption, unable to move, gagged with the sweatiest sock in history with a sock and boot over his nose smelling the nastiest foot smell he could ever imagin and then some. His cock and balls ached with agony. Once in a while the would give the rope a nice pull just to hear him moan and sniff harder into the Vinegery cheesy sock.

Poor Dave, what will they do after the movie.......................................................................



the black widow


the black widow
by cameryxle


Mark Echelon was one of the top industrials of his day. He had swindled stole and forced everyone of any great threat on out of business. He had to finally retire at the age of 65 due to a mild stroke and was frustrated because he didn’t know what he was going to do now that he didn’t have the challenged of his high profile job.

One evening, he was invited to a party by a couple of friends and was introduced to the pretty brunet diva named Lisa Sirens. She was a nock out. She had strait black hair down to her shoulders; green eyes a narrow face, pouty lips, and long slender athletic legs. She had some black leather pumps on that fully complimented her narrow flawless feet.

When she found out that Mark had millions she became very interested in Mark from a financial side. She made it a point to flirt with Mark as she began to gather information on his finances and his hopes and dreams for retirement. She was planning on hooking him in. She was tired of working as a nurse with all her crazy hours and was looking for someone to take care of her. Or in this case someone she could take care of.

As time went on Mark would take Lisa out to fine restaurants. He would invite her on trips to Europe. She hated the slack jaw of age and the crass demeanor in which he would paw her but she put with it for now.

One day as they were watching a movie in his theater room she decided to take off her pumps and relax. As she scooted back and put her feet on the chair in front of her she noticed something interesting. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Mark was staring at her feet. He had that hungry look of longing. She thought” oh my God I can’t believe it he’ into feet”. She turned her head and looked at him but he quickly turned his head back to the screen blushing.

She asked his casually what his fantasy was, he gave her some lame scenario, ashamed and hiding his true fantasy of bondage and foot fetish. She asked him, wanting to play with him, what part of her body that he liked the most. He immediately looked at her feet but said her breast. She found his soft vulnerable underbelly and was ready to exploit it.

During the past months she was looking for a weakness, trying to find out some way to leverage power over him and she did. She wanted to find out how far and desperate she could make him. So as time went on in various visits she would expose her feet to him as often as possible. Making out like she didn’t know the effect it had on Mark and the feeding of his secret little obsession. She would put her feet on the table in front of him when they would talk and she would sweat him when she would put her fine shaped feet in sexy black pumps in his lap at fine restaurants. She was loving every minute of it as Mark did his best to hide his foot fetish with her.

She decided that she would use disgusting old Mark to put her up for life, She never wanted to work again and at this point in her relationship with Mark he was putty in her hands. So eventually Mark asked her to marry her and with a wicked smile she accepted. The only problem was he made her sign a prenuptial agreement leaving her with nothing if they divorced for any reason. Mark was up to his old tricks again; his plan was to use her physically at home and making her dependent on him for her lively hood and then cheat on her at his leisure. She had other plans.

She wanted Mark’s money but without Mark and since she couldn’t divorce him for it she had to come up with other ideas. She went along with his charade of not noticing his foot fetish. She wanted to save this little weakness for just the right time and opportunity.

Well, one day Mark fell down in the kitchen clasping his chest but managing to hit 911 before he fainted. He was rushed to the hospital. In recovery the doctor warned them that Mark would have to take it easy no major excitement or it would certainly trigger a fatal stroke. He said he should limit physical activity and excitement.

When they got home from the hospital she began to think” finally I have my opportunity to get rid of Mark for good and in a way no one would ever suspect her”. She started her plan.

The next night she surprised Mark with a candle lit dinner. She was dressed to the hilt red skin tight dress, his favorite perfume, black nylons, and clear coat toenail polish. She spiked Marks wine to hurry on to the next stage of her plan.

Mark awoke groggy, tied spread eagle and naked in his bed. He thought “finally she was getting creative” and smiled. She came in dressed in her nurse’s uniforme. She had some baby oil next to the bed she opened and sprayed a little on her palm.

She had the I-got-a-mouse smile on her face. It was her big night and Mark had no Idea what she planned. She began to stroke his shaft slowly getting him excited. He started to speak but she put her delicate little finger to his lips to quiet him. She stopped for a moment and to his surprise pulled out a electrocardiogram (measures heart activity). Mark was thinking “ wow I didn’t realize she was so kinky and smiled.

Lisa put the sensors onto his chest and resumed messaging his shaft. Just as he was about to come she stopped, and marked the read out. Then when he calmed down she would continue. Mark was beginning to sweat now as his heart began to increase with every tease and denial. She noticed this and decided to turn up the heat. She slowly slipped off her heels and sat the heels next to his face. At this point Mark was really beginning to sweat. She rolled off her nylon and gagged him with it. All this time she was slowly stroking his shaft but to slow to make him come. Her goal was to keep him on the edge of desperation and tension as long as possible.

Mark tried to yell at her to stop it and just make him come but he couldn’t get much more then a mumble form the nylon gag. She gave him a knowing smile and continued to tease his shaft occasionally marking the graph on the machine. She moved her head next to his and said “ I know your secret and you are all mine”, then giggled.

Marks chest started to have a slow burning sensation at this point he new what it was and began to struggle. She gave him a wicked smile and said what’s wrong is your ticker running down. Then she pulled out her trump card. She slowly moved her foot on the bed toward Mark’s face then anchored her heel and arching her foot above but not touching his face. She continued massaging him. She put her hand on his chest and said “I can hear your heart and it’s saying you want more” lol. She bagan to tap the ball of her foot on his forehead while frustrating the now-blue helmet of his shaft. She wanted to humiliate him as much as possible before he died. She started and stopped for what seemed hours knowing she had all the time in the world. After all, the only thing that the cops would note was that he had a bad heart and died during sexual excitement.

Between the smell of Lisa’s pumps on either side of his face and the frustrating tapping of her bare foot on his forehead and the tease on his shaft he didn’t know how long he could take it.

She slowly looked down at him and said you are so pathetic, being turned on by my smelly feet. She pulled off the gag and put his nose between her first and second toe and started to take pictures. Mark struggled but couldn’t stop her. She laughed saying “when you die I am going to send these pictures to every tabloid I can find. I may even right a book and make even more mony sharing your secrete little fetish to the world”. Imagine how people will remember you then, lol.

His heart started to really pound hard, it felt like it was about to burst. At this point she put the gag back on and started to roughly rub her feet in his face. Lisa smiled and said I wish your tong could reach my toes I sure could use a good cleaning haha. I will tease you but you will never come. She continued on for a few more minutes then suddenly the graph marked way off the chart. He struggled to clench his chest but couldn’t, He started to buck, she just laughed and screamed who-hoo way to go mustang lol, as she pushed his head down with her foot. Then suddenly he stopped, breathing laboriously and feeling her hand on his chest the last thing he saw and heard was her foot waving at him saying nighty-night and laughing as he passed away.

The life and times of Blake

The life and times of Blake
by cjjcjjc
Hello my name is Blake I wish I could tell you I was captin of the football team heck I wish I was captin of the chess team but sadly I was not in high school I was bullyed by everyone even the teachers.I was fat I tryed looseing weight but it never worked I had no friends and I smelled I was a losser there was one bully in my school called Jane she was very atractive she had long blode hair I kind of fancyed her but sadly she just use to beat me up and take my money

I whent home crying my self to sleep nearly every night I tryewd killing my self lots of times but failed I feeled like I was nothing but a loser. I bealive it was General George S. Patton who said "If a man does his best, what else is there?" well I had tryed my best to fit in but nothing worked I would forever be a outsider Jane had made a romour that I wet my pants last time she hit me that just pushed me futher and further to the outside like Sir Winston Churchill said "A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on." that is too true

This story truely starts one day after school she pushed me behind the school people crowded arong I always bealived in walking a away after all she was a girl you can not hit a girl so after I refused to hit a girl her brother steped up and said somthing like "well hit me" he then punched me in the face I was in pain seeing every one laugthing at me I got all those years I had enouth so I punched him in the nose to my surpisehis nose squirted up blood I had broken it allof a suden I was one of them they were cheering and speaking to me I never understood Mahatma Gandhi when he said "First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win." untill that day I know he did not mean it in that way but thats what it ment to me.

The next day Jane and her brother wanted to make it up to me so I shook hands with them but I rember what John F. Kennedy said "Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names." I think thought they were up to good but to my surpise they were not for the first time in my life I was one of them I started bathing every day so I no longer smelled they looked over my fat so I had friend I was king of the school and it felt good

Now that I had friends I could finaly have a birthday party so my mother hired out the entire bowling alley they all came all my school yard peers and my mother and family it was a great party I whent agaist my mother one on one in bowling she started winning so I said "I was letting her win" so she made a bet winner got loser as slave and the loser had to kiss winners feet in front of everyone


It was down to the last part I need a strike to win any less and lost I sent the ball down the alley crashing in to the pins one pin remained I had lost like Al Franken said "Mistakes are a part of being human. Appreciate your mistakes for what they are: precious life lessons that can only be learned the hard way. Unless it's a fatal mistake, which, at least, others can learn from." and I think agreeing to this bet was the worse thing I had ever done I watched mother sit down and kick of her shoes "every one my son just lost our little bet watch this" I always go througth with my bets I walked over and I rember Amy Tan said "You see what power is - holding someone else's fear in your hand and showing it to them!" this was my fear so my mom truely had the power

I kneeled down the smell was strong and power full my lips came down and kissed the top of both her feet every one was laugthing at me it was humilateing I thought for sure I would go back to my loser status but luck that did not come to be they all knew a bets a bet thats it my mother then whisperd "tomorow you start your slavery" that night I kept dreaming of kissing her feet over and over again in my head the smell coming up my nose again and again.

That moring my mother woke me up "time to wake up slave" Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider said it best "We hold in our hands, the most precious gift of all: Freedom. The freedom to express our art. Our love. The freedom to be who we want to be. We are not going to give that freedom away and no one shall take it from us!" I was a fool to just gamble it away. it was not as bad I first thought it was just simply doing some odd jobs for the first week

The second week she made me kneel to her at all times and kiss her smelly horible feet untill asked over wise I kneeled and kept kissing her feet as I was instructed he faverote film came on and she made me lie down I saw her feet cover my face they kept rubing up and down the smell was been wiped all over my face and I hated it my mouth was dry so I licked my lips this of course made me lick her feet a little bit "oh good idea slave I would love a tounge bath" I was hororfied but I started licking up her feet they were very salty and almost made me want to vomit I contiued licking for well over 3 hours then I had to lick all 80 pairs of her shoes inside out. As for school me and Jane are were dateing

Now twenty years later my mother sadly is dead I am marryed to Jane and am happy I now own my own business a bowling alley the one my mum hired for my birthday all those years ago.

My Cousin's Sexy Feet

My Cousin's Sexy Feet

By Author Unknown

 I have had a foot fetish ever since I was a child. Unfortunately, I never had any avenues to satisfy my fondness for feet. During the course of my teenage years into my early twenties, I dated, made out, and went round the bases with girls my own age, and while I enjoyed a very normal sex life, I was in no position to explore my foot fetish. I kept my fetish strictly confidential. I would have been far too embarrassed to admit to any of my high school or college girlfriends that I was interested in their feet. So for the first 21 years of my life, my yearning to kiss and sniff pretty young feet was relegated to nothing more then masturbation fodder.
One summer when I was 22 years old, that all changed and I finally got my first real encounter with a pair of hot 'n' sexy feet. It was what I had been waiting for all my life. I just never would have imagined in my wildest dreams who's feet it would be that would finally satisfy my secret fetish.
My cousin Elizabeth is an extremely cute girl, she is about 5' 6", 116 pounds, fair skinned, short dark brown hair, blue eyes, nice firm b-cups, with very attractive well cared for feet. If I had to compare Elizabeth to someone famous, I would say she bares a resemblance to Bridget Fonda, but I think Elizabeth is much prettier. Elizabeth is 6 years younger then I, so at the time she was 17. She often would spend her summers with my family at my parents lakefront summer cottage in the green mountains of Vermont.
I would usually meet up with my family in Vermont for a few weeks on my summer break from school and Elizabeth and I would hang out, go fishing, hiking, swimming, and sometimes camp out in the surrounding woods. Ever since we were children we were more like best friends then actual cousins.
So this one summer, I had joined my family at their vacation home in Vermont as usual, and as usual Elizabeth was there. She looked really great. She really had blossomed from the little girl I used to pal around with into a complete knockout. Prior to this summer, I had never looked at her in a romantic or sexual way, but I couldn't help be taken aback by how stunning she had become. Still she was technically my cousin, so I didn't allow my thoughts on her to go any further then admiring her looks for a brief moment or two. I knew she always had a crush on me when we were kids, but it was purely innocent kid stuff, and just due to the fact that she was my cousin, any thoughts of her in an impure way were quickly suppressed.
I do remember one occasion that perhaps planted the seed for what was about to unfold; One hot afternoon we were laying out on the dock getting some sun and I innocently glanced over at her feet. I remember being kind of startled when I caught myself beginning to get aroused by the site of them. I quickly looked away feeling kind of "weirded out," but I just brushed it off and tried to forget about the incident.
We spent the first two weeks doing the usual swimming, boating, water-skiing, fishing, having fun in the sun, etc. One gorgeous day we decided it would be a good idea to pack up some gear, hike up the nearby mountain and camp out on "The peak" (as we called it) for the night. We grabbed our sleeping bags, a tent, a cooler filled with a 6-pack of hot-dogs, a 12-pack of beer, and we're off. Four hours later we were completely exhausted and drenched in sweat when we finally completed the steep grueling trek to the top of the mountain. We made a nice little campsite on the rocky mountain peak. The view from the mountain top was incredible.
By the time the tent was pitched and the campfire was burning the sun had begun to set. We sat back and drank some beers while we talked and enjoyed the most brilliant sunset I have ever witnessed. Elizabeth also produced a joint, we smoked that and then cooked some wieners for dinner over the crackling fire. We spent the next several hours drinking beer, talking, smoking, and just enjoying the majesty of the starry night sky.
Perhaps she was tired after our long hike, perhaps she was a little too stoned and drunk, perhaps both, as Elizabeth stood up and informed me she was totally spent and was going to retire into the tent for the evening. I said goodnight to her and told her I would follow her in after I finished another beer. I gazed at the stars for another 15 minutes or so while finishing one last beer, and then proceeded to join my cousin in the tent.
I crawled through the tent flaps on my knees and was immediately graced with the sight of Elizabeth passed out on top of her sleeping bag. She didn't even bother to change her clothes. She was still wearing her black tank-top and cutoff Jeans shorts. I also noticed that she didn't even bother to take off her sneakers. I thought I should at least take them off for her, so I untied her laces and slid her sneakers off her bare sockless feet.
Now what happened next could have been due to the pot and beer, or it could have just been the site of her irresistible feet. I remember staring at her feet, they were very curvy and sensual. She had perfect toes, neatly trimmed and painted with a clear/whitish gloss.
I then took one of her sneakers which I was still holding in my hand and covered my nose with the mouth of the shoe. I deeply inhaled. The odor was overwhelming, very musty and pungent. I quickly threw the sneaker down and dove onto my own sleeping bag. I didn't react in the manner I did because I was disgusted by the strong odor of her sneaker, but because I was totally disgusted with myself for an act that I perceived as deviant, possibly even incestuous. In hindsight I can look back and laugh at my initial reaction to this, but at that moment I was ashamed and very "weirded out" by what I had done. Maybe if she hadn't been my cousin, it would have been different, I don't know.
Our sleeping bags were laid out next to one another head to foot (I.E: My head was inline with her feet, and vice versa) I first rolled over on my side and tried to forget the sneaker sniffing incident. I just told myself that I was drunk and it was no big deal, I didn't do anything wrong. Yet at the same time I began to think about the odor of her sneaker and as much as I didn't want to admit it, I wasn't repulsed by that strong acrid smell, on the contrary I was quite aroused by it! I remember feeling very confused about all of this and I just closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep.
I guess it was about 30 minutes or so later, while half asleep I rolled over onto my left side to reposition myself. I remember opening my heavy eyelids and immediately noticing my sleeping cousins gorgeous feet before me, not six inches from my face! She was laying on her side as well, her back turned to me with her legs together slightly bent so that the bottoms of her feet were perfectly parallel to my face. The moonlight shined in from the open tent flap spotlighting her feet, showcasing her pretty pink soles and sensually rounded heels. My eyes widened and I was instantly alert. I stared at them lustfully for what must have been minutes, just taking them in. I remember trying to fight off the urge I was feeling.
I remember thinking that I should just roll over and go back to sleep, but it was as if I was hypnotized by them. I inhaled deeply trying to catch a hint of that intoxicating odor that so enthralled me earlier from her sneakers. I thought I could detect it, but it wasn't enough, I wanted more. I wanted it all! I guess at that moment I consciously let go of any inhibitions or feelings of shame, and decided I would finally indulge my foot fetish.
Maybe it was the wrong thing to do, maybe it wasn't, but in any case this is what I did: I moved closer to her so that my face was mere millimeters away from the soles of her feet. I pressed my nose against the instep of her right foot. I could feel the soft moist flesh under my nose and lips. I took a deep whiff. While the odor of her foot was not nearly as strong as her sneaker had been, I was still totally aroused and consumed with lust by the sweet fetid aroma and instantaneously became erect.(That precise moment when I for the first time pressed my nose against a pretty bare foot and smelled it was one of the most exciting sexual moments I have ever had!) I can best describe the odor of my cousin's feet as being reminiscent of a light vinegar, with a faint musky overtone. Very feminine and very sexy indeed.
I ran my nose up and down the soles of her feet, totally entranced by their scent. I stuck my nose in-between each of her toes, enjoying the slightly more sharp smell which accented them, and then sniffed her heals. I could feel the pre-cum form on the tip of my penis. I began rubbing her feet with my hand, tracing over every curve with my finger. I was so sexed up, that I had to have more. I sat up and looked at Elizabeth to make sure she was still soundly asleep (after all I wouldn't want her to wake up and catch me while I was enjoying her feet!)
After being convinced that she was totally out, I gently rolled her over on her back. She stirred a little bit and mumbled incoherently, but I was satisfied that she was not going to wake up. I then took off my pants, and sat Indian style at the foot of her sleeping bag. I grabbed her ankles, lifted up her feet and pressed them firmly against my face. I inhaled deeply. I couldn't get over how erotic I found the odor of her feet. I rubbed her slightly perspiring feet all over my face. I buried my face in them. I began licking and kissing her feet all over, then sucking on the tips of her toes. I sucked her big toe like an ice cube.
The thought that her feet might be a little dirty only aroused me more, and I tried to take more of them in my mouth. I continued kissing and sniffing them, and then when I had reached a complete sexual frenzy, I lowered her feet down to my crotch and began rubbing them against my cock and balls. I held the insteps of her feet together and slid my penis in-between. I began thrusting my cock back and forth. I held the soles of her feet together as much as possible so they would completely sandwich my hard throbbing erection. I had never been so turned on in my life, not even while having intercourse. The perspiration of her feet perfectly lubricated me so I could slide my dick back and forth and back and forth. I remember thinking about the fact that the sweat from her feet was bathing my cock really turned me on.
I was in pure ecstasy. I knew I was about to cum. I wanted to somehow smell her feet while I was fucking them, but that was a pretty acrobatic maneuver to pull off. I looked over to my side and saw one her sneakers. I had an idea. With one hand I held both of her feet together around my penis, and then with my free hand I reached over and grabbed her sneaker. As I continued to rapidly fuck her feet, I placed the mouth of her sneaker over my face.
That strong musty odor of her soiled sneaker shot through me like an all consuming wave of pure lust. The smell of her sweat in that sneaker literally had the power to make me instantly orgasm! It was so intense.
Finally satiated in the only way my fetish could be, I felt over 20 years of unrequited burning desire explode all over her feet. This is what I had fantasized about all those years and it was better then I ever could have imagined!

My fast thrusting slowed gradually as the semen oozed out of me, coating her soles and dripping down her heels. After my orgasm was complete, I collapsed onto my side and just lay there in a pure state of relaxation.
My whole body just felt like it had been drained of any tension. It was if I was sedated. I was in total peace and calm with myself and everything around me. A cool breeze flowed in through the tent-flap and caressed my overheated body. I laid there for a few minutes before cleaning up the "mess" I made. I wiped Elizabeth's feet off with an extra T-shirt I had brought along.
I rolled Elizabeth back over on her side, and laid back down on my sleeping bag. I positioned her so that her feet were once again parallel with my face, because I wanted to sleep all night with my face buried in her feet. I masturbated a few minutes later as I kissed and sniffed them. An hour or so later I guess  Elizabeth began to get restless, because she began moving her feet, inadvertently rubbing them against my face. That instantly aroused me and I masturbated again. I think I masturbated twice more after that before finally drifting off.
When we woke the next morning (my face still firmly glued to her feet) Elizabeth was amused when she saw that I had slept with her feet in my face all night, totally oblivious and unsuspecting that it was by my choice. She jokingly asked me if her feet smelled bad. I just laughed and told her that they didn't bother me at all.
Even though Elizabeth never did find out exactly how much her feet did "bother" me that night, it wasn't the last time that her feet satisfied my secret fetish. In fact, a year later she found out all about my foot fetish when she caught me sniffing her shoes! But I will save that story for another time.

Poker nite

Poker nite

By Danza



On a saturday, my parents were going away for the weekend. My older sister and some friends would stay and take care of me. Although I protested, saying I was already 12 and I could take of myself. And my sister also wasn't too happy about it since she would rather hang out with her older friends then her little kid sister. But my mom insisted and she agreed I could stay home for the afternoon myself but my sister would be home at the end of the afternoon and fix me some dinner. My sister (17) was allowed to have to of her friends over, Jane and Samantha. My mom especially apriciated that Samantha, already 21, would help around being more mature.

I had the house all to myself for the afternoon while my sister and her friends hung out at the local gym and most probably at the shopping center afterwards. I was out in the garden, reading a book and I dedn't even notice that it was already after seven when the three girls came home, laughing and talking. I went inside to see what was going on and check out what she brought home for dinner. THey just laughed and went into the living room and sat down on the couch to watch TV. My sister told me they already had eaten in the shopping center, but later she would order some pizza's. I was not happy but before I could say anything, the three girls started laughing and having fun so no one noticed me complaining. Ah well, I went upstairs to my room.

About an hour or so later, my sister was yelling for me downstairs. "Sandra, wanna come downstairs and play cards with us?" she shouted. That could be a nice break of a boring evening so far, so I went downstairs and saw them already sitting at the table. Samantha and Jane both in training outfits, my sister in jeans and a sweater. Jane told me they were going to play poker for cash so I should better bring some. Since I didn't have any money, they agreed that I could play along (they needed to have the fourth player... duh) and if I would loose, the would give me a task. I agreed and Samantha gave everyone their cards.

The first round was easy so they could explain the rules of the game to me. Since I never had plaed before, I lost and Tania, my sister, gave me my first task. "Ok Sandra, we left our shopping bag in the hallway. Be a good sport and bring it here, would you?". Well, that wasn't too bad and I went overthere and got the heavy bag, holding several bottles of red wine and a few bags of sweets and stuff. Meanwhile Jane had already layed out the cards and again I lost and now it's was my turn to get some glasses and give everyone a glass of wine. So I did, but not for me f course. Jane however, pulled another glass and gave me some wine too. I looked at my sister since I knew my parents would not agree to this. She waved my concerns away, telling me mom and dad would only be home late tomorrow nite.

The three girls drank the wine pretty fast and I tried to keep up. But since it was my first time drinking and I didn't had anything to eat yet, I realy could feel the wine gettin to me. I could not keep my attention to the game and again I lost. The girls cheered and it was Jane's turn to give me a task. She told me to get on my hands and knees and go around the room like that. So I did and all of them laughed out loud. I went a ful circle through the room and then sat back at my place for the next game. This time I won (or did they let me win?) but since I didn't put up any money, I didn't get no money either. But Samantha was 'generous' and pured me another glass of wine and we went on for the next game.

By now I felt a little dizzy and I couldn't follow the game that well anymore. And again I lost this hand and I waited for Tania for my task. She told me to get on my hands and knees again, so I did that. Tania got up from her chair and straddled my back. Now my sister isn't fat, but chubby, I guess you can say that. I could feel her weight on my back and slowly whe lifted her feet of the ground. With her ankles she softly kicked my thighs and told me to do another round. While the other girls were laughing, I rode her step by step around the room. I was swaying a little under her weight and my arms were shakin a little. My face became red and moist from sweating. To make the full circle around the room with her on my back took almost five minutes. I almost collapsed, making my last steps towards the table and I hoped she would get off soon. But again she kicked me like she was working a horse with her spurs, ordering me to make it to the table again. Breathing heavily I managed to do that and we went on for another game, and Jane already gave all of us another round of wine.

I don't know if it was because of the wine, or because the three of them cheating but there was no way I could win any game from now on. It was Samantha's turn now and I looked at her, hoping I would get of a little easy this time. "Look at her, she's too tired to do anything anymore !" she laughed. "Well, let's make it easy for you this time then. Get under the table Sandra and lay on your stomach". Ahh, that didn't feel too bad. The cold floor felt kinda fresh as I lay between three pair of sneakers. With the toe of her left foot Samantha took of her right size 10 sneaker, then the other one. "OK Sandra, look up!" she said. When I did she pushed her sneakers right under my face. Yewww, that smelled bad. She had been walking around in them barefeet, even went for a gymclass and then hang around the local shopping center and walk all the way over here. "Little Sandra, your next task is to smell them for five minutes " she laughed and to 'help' me a little, she placed her barefeet on the back of my head to force my face in her sneakers.

It was all dark under the table, her shoes in my face. My nose was in one of her shoes, pressed to the sole. Yuck, it even felt warm and moist and I breathed in the most horrible smell. Samantha's feet were heavy on the back of my head and she was enjoying having me as her footrest. At least, that was what she was telling Jane and Tania. "Mmmm, this feels so relaxing" she said as she rubbed her feet on my hair. Right there I decided not to drink anymore for tonite and keep my mind to the game. But for now, I was breathing in the foul stench and it was almost if I could taste the inside of her shoe in my mouth. I lost all sense of time, but I bet she kept my nose in there for longer then five minutes, but this ordeal also ended and she lifted her feet of my head and looked down under the table at me. "My my, are we having fun down there? Come up here and play!" she smiled. I sat back and Jane already came again with the bottle. Quickly I held my hand over my glass to let her know I had enough.
Not drinking didn't help too much and again they all cheered when I also lost the next game and Jane could give me another task. "Watch this" she said, as she put the bottle of wine to her lips and drank right out of it. She washed her moushed with it and then took my glass and spitted it out. Tania and Samantha laughed and when Jane past the bottle, they both did the same. After that, my glass was full of their mix of spit and wine. "Ok, now drink that up!" was all Jane said. I was already quit dizzy but I wanted to be a good sport and hang out with the big girls and so I did drink it all down. I tried not to think of what was in the glass and swallow it down as fast as I could. By now, I had way too much and couldn't sit up straight anymore. I slipped of my chair and sat down on the cold floor. Even that was hard so I laid down on my back, didn't care much about the three girls laughing at me.

Jane got up and stood beside me. I could feel her place the sole of her shoe on my belly, as she lightly pressed down. "Tss... kids these days can't take anything" she joked, pressing down some more on my belly. Samantha swung her legs around and now rested her soles on my face. Again I could smell those dirty sweaty feet as she rubbed them all over my face. "That looks like fun!" Jane said as she kicked of one sneaker and placed her barefoot also over my face. Jane and Samantha started gigling and tried to place as much of their soles on my face, pushing each other away. Jane kicked of her other shoe and sat down on my belly, using her hands on my highs for ballance, so she could use both feet in this foot-on-face fight.

"Take it easy" Tania protested "She's just a 12 year old kid !". But by the laughing in her voice I knew she wasn't too serious about warning them. "Shut up" Samantha said "She wanted to have fun with the big girls and so she will!". With that, she took her feet of my face and kneeled beside me. She came close to my face and smelled it. "Yeww.. her face smells bad! She should wash up a little". Saying that, she spitted in my face and Jane used that to wash my face, using her soles to rub it in.

Samantha told Jane to get up because she wanted to do a test. All three girls now stood around me, while I was still laying on my back on the floor in the middle. "Let's see who can keep his ballance the bast after all hat wine" she suggested and she put her foot on my belly. Without any warning she put her other foot on my chest and suddenly I was flattened under her tremendous weight. Samantha was a tall girl with a round belly and ass and all I could do was look up at her as she tried to keep her ballance on me. My sister and Jane looked at her and looked at the clock to see how long she would hold up. She held up for 6 minutes before she lost her ballance and stepped of.

Before I knew it, Jane stepped up. One foot on my belly, the other on my chest, spreading her arms to position herself. A few times she almost fell off, lifting her foot from my chest so all of her weight was on my belly. Tania and Jane were lookin at the clock and counted of the minutes. "One... Two... keep it up Jane... Three...". After five minutes Jane again almost fell of but she wanted to pull her left foot on my chest again, she accidentaly stepped on the side of my head. Tania told her it didn't count but Jane told her to shut up and keep counting. Luckily, Jane had to much to drink and she had to step off of me after 8 minutes.

Now it was Tania's turn. "That wasn't fair Jane to step on her head that's much easier then her chest and belly" Tania shouted. "Oh yeah? I dare you to stay up like that for ten minutes!" Jane replied. Tania then put the sole of her sneaker on my face and turned it sideways. She told me to keep up the family honour and lay still. Then I could feel the pressure on my head as she lifted her other foot and sway it around a little before she put it on my chest. The girls counted the minutes and joked about how Tania forgot to take of her shoes before stepping up. Tania did the best she could to stand up straight and keep still. I cried, not only from the pain but from the humiliation as I was here, on the floor with my sister standing on me. The girls kept on counting the minutes and my sister was the real winner as she managed to keep standing on top of me for the full ten minutes. She even bragged she could stay like that for another ten minutes. I got scared but luckily she stepped of.

My vision was blurry and my ears were ringing from the pressure and I lost track of what they were planning now. I could here my sister "protest" again, saying something like that Samantha was taking to far and that this would be the last. I looked up and saw Samantha who had taken down her pants and underwear. She placed both her feet beside my head and I looked up at her. I had never seen another girl naked from this position before. Samantha bended her knees and squated down gently. I could see her crotch right above my face, and then she told me to get ready for a taste. A second later, my nose was burried in her crotch and I couldn't get any air. This lasted a few seconds and then she lifted herself a little.

"If you wanna taste, use your tongue kiddo!" she said. I told her I didn't want to taste her since the smell was bead enough. "Go for it Sam" Jane cheered her "make her beg for it!". And with that, Samantha sat down again, and another time I was gasping for air. This time she took a little longer and I started to paic a little. Lying her, all dark and smelly underneath her warm crotch. When she got up, she asked if I was about to get a taste yet. I shook my head and she seated herself another time on my face. NOw she made it last for almost too long and when she got up, I told her it was enough. "So, what are you gonna do then, little brat?" she asked. "Please Sam, may I have a taste?" i asked her with a soft voice. "Hmmm... you can have a big taste.." she grinned. And just as I opened my mouth to reach out with my tongue, I could feel a warm and salty taste filling my mouth. Oh no, Samantha was pissing in my mouth! In my panic I started to swallow it down as as fast as I could, but it seemed to go on and on. My face was drenched in her urine eventhough I had swallowed a lot, but it was just way too much.

Then she lowered herself again and started rubbin her crotch over my face. Just as if I was only there for her pleasure she rode me like a rodeo horse until she came all over my face. She rested back and sat on my chest, relaxing and lookin at the mess. "Yeww.. let's go and take a shower upstairs Sam" my sister said. "Sandra can clean up the mess here. And she better do it or else I will tell mom she has been drinking...."


My Black Secretary Owns Me


My Black Secretary Owns Me  
By Aramis
I am not a gambling man, but I was so sure of it. I was so sure that my Chicago Bears were going to beat the Raiders in that Super Bowl that I began to brag about it at work.
My executive assistant, Deniece, is a lovely, 30ish, African American woman from Oakland, and it turned out that she is a major Raiders fan. Her family even has season tickets. We are not in Oakland or Chicago, but we carried our football loyalties to our current homes.
So the Friday before the big game, I said something like, "I just know the Bears are going to cream those sorry Raiders, who have no running game." And Deniece looked at me from her desk, and said, 'Oh yes? Would you care to bet on that?"
"I'll bet you a dollar-an-hour raise if Oakland beats the Bears," I said, thinking I was generous.
She shook her beautiful head and smiled. "No, i don't want your money. I want your freedom. If the Raiders win, I want you to be my total slave for the next month, outside of work."
"I won't do anything illegal," I said, taking the bet because I knew she would not win.
"You will do as you're told, but you won't have to worry about that. If you do, my brother in law is a cop. And if the Bears win, then I'll be your slave for a month, too; same conditions."
"YOu've got a deal," I said.
She pulled out a tape recorder from under her desk that had been running. "And I've got a witness," she said.

The Bears lost, 32-14. How humiliating.
Immediately after the game ended, the phone rang. "Hey, boy, this is your new owner Deniece. Be ready to serve me right after work tomorrow. YOu will not be going home after work, you'll be coming home with me, just so you know. Man, am I going to have fun bossing around my boss!"
Then she hung up. What had I gotten myself into? Deniece was nice, considerate, an excellent worker, with high standards, and as I said, was very attractive, single with no kids. The next day I went to work and tried to pretend nothing had happened. But she did nothing of the sort, and told some people about our bet and that I had lost! I thought that was in poor taste, but she won the bet and I couldn't really say anything.
As soon as the clock hit 5:00 P.M., the office emptied out, leaving me and her. "Take my briefcase and my bag and follow me to my car," she ordered. "You will walk behind me like the servant you now are!"

The drive to her home was not long but she gave me instructions. She was all business.
“You are to call me Master, and I will call you whatever I damn well please. I do like the sound of the word, ‘slave,’ though. I will thoroughly enjoy having a white man doing my bidding!! After all my race has been through at your honky hands, and your male hands, it will be sweet cream indeed to extract some payback!”
She looked over at me and smiled and her teeth fairly gleamed at the prospect of humbling me in ways I could not imagine.
“You are not to speak unless spoken to, or given permission. All women are your superiors, and if my sister comes over, or one of my neighbors, you do what they say, because that’s what I say. Any disobedience on your part, any hesitation to do what I command, any laziness or even the hint of an attitude problem, will be met with punishment. Am I clear? You will obey everything I tell you without complaining, or I will get out the whip I used to use on my old boyfriend and beat you even after you’re crying for mercy. Actually, I hope you DO cry for mercy, because that just gets me hot and aroused, and I’ll beat you some more while I cum!”
I said nothing.
When we pulled into the driveway it was around 5:20 p.m. and the sun was setting. She led me on the walkway to the front door, and then stopped. I stopped.
“Get down on your knees,” she ordered. Even though it was in public, I did so. Her curvaceous rear end was in front of my face. I had a feeling what was coming next.
“My neighbors are just coming home. I want them to see I have a new boy toy in my possession. Kiss my black ass, and don’t stop until I tell you!”
I leaned forward and began to kiss her butt, one check and then the other, and again and again. I heard her chuckle with satisfaction. I heard a car door slam nearby.
“Deniece, what’s this I see?” I heard a female voice call out.
“This is my boss, finding out who the real boss is! He bet me the Bears would beat the Raiders and he has to be my slave for the next month. Ain’t it grand seeing a honky kiss ass?”
“When can I get some?”
“I’ll let you know if he’s worth sharing,” she replied. “I wanna make sure he’s a good slave before I let anyone else use him. I don’t know how good he’s gonna be yet.”

She eventually ordered me to stop and on my knees I followed her into her house. The neighbor, another black lady, gazed in amused amazement. “I want you to kiss my ass, too,” she said to me as I entered the house.

Deniece put her things away, fixed herself a drink, and then in the living room sat down in a recliner, bringing her feet up. I was still on my knees.
“Slave, get in here! Now, what do you think I want you to do?”
I looked at her feet. “Take off your shoes?”
“I want you to beg me for the honor of kissing my shoes and licking them clean, first,” she said. “Beg me!”
“Please, Master, please let me have the privilege of kissing your beautiful shoes. Let me kiss them and let me lick them clean, because they are dusty and the things that house your feet should be treated royally. Please, Master, I don’t deserve it, but please show me mercy and let me kiss your shoes and lick them clean!”
“Not too bad for a first try,” she mused. “I suppose it will do for now, but later I want to see some tears when you beg. All right, honky, get busy and kiss my shoes!”
She cackled with delight as I covered her black pumps with fervent kisses. I kissed the vamp, the sole, the heel, all over, and then did the other shoe. She started telling me how good it felt for her to have a white man humble himself at her feet like this, and how she was going to love having this done for the next month. Then her tone changed, as I finished a round of kissing, and she said, “Lick, boy!”

I licked where before I had kissed. “I like your enthusiasm,” she said. “You seem to like licking my shoes. I wondered how you’d react to this. Maybe we can make this last longer than a month, hmmm?”
I didn’t say anything, I just licked with a passion. She had nice shoes, and I didn’t notice until now that she had not worn any hose or stockings; the shoes were on her bare feet. “Lickin’ the sole of my shoe, my my, finally the white man learns his place in the world,” she said with a regal sigh. Suddenly she flexed her feet without my expecting it, and her shoes were sloughed off. Her black bare feet were before me as I knelt before her.
She smiled again, as I looked at her with some trepidation. “Behold your gods!” she said. “You were born to be beneath my black bare feet, slave boy, and now you get your first chance to worship my feet! Kiss them. And thank me.”
I leaned forward again and inhaled the musky aroma of shoes freshly liberated from leather pumps. Her skin was dark, and smooth, and demanding of homage. “Thank you,” I said quietly as I began kissing her bare feet.
I kissed like a lover kisses the face of his beloved. I kissed reverently, lovingly, slavishly, but not slobberingly. I found myself saying, “Thank you,” more than once, breaking the not-spoken-to rule, but she didn’t mind.
I found out why. She had fallen asleep!
Should I or shouldn’t I? Now was my chance to escape. But she had the tape recording, and I didn’t want to leave. I was falling in love with Deniece in all her sexy dominance. Should I or shouldn’t I . . . lick her feet? She hadn’t told me to do that yet. I had to finish the shoe kissing before I started the shoe licking. Would it be the same for foot kissing and foot licking? She might applaud my adoration if she woke up and saw I’d gone to the next level of worship.
So I began to press my tongue against her arch. Against her heel. On her full sole. And then she woke up. Angry.
“Slave!! I did NOT give you permission to lick my feet yet! Now I’ll have to turn your white ass red.” She got up, got her shoes back on, and stormed out of the room. When she came back in, she had that whip she was talking about, and she was not smiling.


A Bet with “Sweetfeet”

A Bet with “Sweetfeet”
By sniffer

This one starts out with me running into "Sweetfeet" at a bar. She's a beautiful young woman in her 20's, brunette, shapely, and gorgeous legs and feet. A size 8 with smallish toes and beautiful soles. Feet to die for is what you might say. She wore burgundy nail polish, and always kept her feet looking good. Smooth rounded heels with soft fleshy soles...the kind you just want to bury your face in. Anyway, before you know it, we get into a heated discussion about who's a better tennis player, me or her? Well, we've each had a few drinks at this point and we decide that we should settle this out on the court and we set out to arrange a wager for our little match. Well, like I say we're both feeling a little loaded at this point and she says "I'll tell you what - if you win, then I'll buy you drinks for a month at the bar". "Okay," I say, "that's sounds good". "And if you win?"
"If I win, then you have to be my footslave for as long as I tell you to". I look up from my drink realizing how serious she is about that and say "Okay, you've got a bet. When shall we play"?

We set up the match for the upcoming Saturday and finish our drinks and vow to meet each other at the tennis courts three days from now. The next morning I wonder what's involved in being her footslave and what have I maybe gotten myself into.
The day arrives and we play our match which is real close and in fact comes down to the last point to decide. "I'm gonna be mighty thirsty this entire month you know, so you better get this shot in bounds", I say all cocky-like. She looks ever more determined and lets loose with this smashing serve that I barely catch up to and return, but it knocks me off balance and she crushes a volley back at me which I can't even get a racket on, which brings on her laughter and my concern and fear. "Ha...take that," she says as she runs to the net to announce her victory and remind me of our little bet.

"You know what you've got coming now? You're gonna be my little footslave until I say otherwise. I hope you understand!!" "What does that mean?," I say with some fear and some excitement in my voice. "Well, to begin with, you're going to take care of all my foot needs. Like, cleaning my shoes, washing my socks and nylons, cleaning my feet, and basically doing whatever I say! Have you got that?" "Ya, I guess I do," I say.
"Good, now I think I'll begin your servitude by having you remove my tennis shoes with your mouth only and then smelling my socks until all the smell is gone from them. Do you understand?" I nod and lean forward to begin my service to her feet only to realize that there are some people off in the distance who will surely see me. "Don't worry about those people slave, you're gonna be doing stuff like this out in public from time to time, so get used to it". I have a hard time, but finally get her left sneaker off and she stands over me and places her bootie sock-covered foot right over my face and commands me to "Sniff...sniff she says. Get all the smell off of them!! They have developed quite a smell after all that tennis, but that doesn't matter to her. All she knows is that I lost the match and therefore the bet, and I agreed to do what she said as her footslave. So I do as I'm told....smell her tennis socks for what must be twenty minutes. It was so long that she had us move so that she could get a seat.

Then after my face is covered in sock lint and footstink, she makes me remove her other sneaker and do the same thing to that foot. But that's not enough, then she decides that I should take off her socks and smell her bare feet. So she teases me by saying, "You like the smell of sweat so much, remove the socks with your teeth". "Okay", is all I can say at this point as I know that I am toetally de-feeted. I remove her socks and her feet which she plants on my face are slightly moist from the sweat of our tennis match. "I hope you enjoy them! I haven't washed them since we made the bet the other night, just in case I won and you would be doing this for me. Aren't I mean?" And she laughs a little and then so do I realizing that she knew the whole time she was going to beat me in our match...that she was just playing with me, making me think I might beat her.

"You're good, I'll give you that", as I start inhaling between her moist bare toes and all along that space between the balls of her feet and her toes. "Ya, sniff in there real good and in-between the toes. That's where it should smell the strongest and I really want you to get the full effect of my wonderful footsmell. Aren't they just awesome? How good do they smell up under my toes and in between my toes? I see you haven't stopped smelling for even a second, so it must be good". I've begun to realize that it's the greatest thing I've ever smelled in my life and that's why I can't seem to stop. Not even for a second. "You're right, I can't seem to stop", I say. "They smell so good that I can't even share with you just how good it is".

"I bet you just love the fact that I haven't washed them in awhile and that I haven't washed my little socks either, you say. But you just go on enjoying 'em cause when you're done, I expect all the smell to be gone...and I mean ALL the smell". I keep taking the deepest sniffs I can and just shake my head to express my understanding. I back off a little and say, "Yes, I will. I'll sniff all the smell out of 'em". And the way I'm feeling at this point, I may just never want to stop. She seems to have got me hooked on them. At this point, it seems like an addiction and I can't stop.
After it gets dark out and seemingly hours have gone by, she tells me I've done a good job and that I can get up and get going home. But she throws me her tennis socks that she wore during the match and says, "Take these home with you and sniff them all night long. Bring them back to me tomorrow and I expect all the smell to be gone and that way I can wear them again for our next tennis match, which will be sooner than you think. I've got a lot more sniffing and cleaning for you to do before you're done with paying up for this bet. You got that?? There's some toejam in between my toes with your name on it! And you will be learning to love the taste of it...believe me!!

In fact, "here" - and she makes me eat some of it from between her little toe and her next toe. "Tastes good, doesn't it," she laughs as I swallow it down. And in fact, she's right. I find that it does taste good...just like the smell of her sweaty feet. Mmmm...more I ask for...more. "You'll just have to wait for the rest of it from between my other toes, but that'll give you something to look forward to, won't it?" But don't worry, I get toejam all the time, so there'll always be a full supply of it for you to feast on". Again, she laughs and turns away towards her car and home - conjuring up thoughts of what she's gonna do to me I'm sure.
I take the socks and put them in my pocket and head towards home letting her know that I understand that our bet's not over with yet, and that I'll have the socks scent-free by tomorrow. I promise!!
So off I head towards my car thinking about what I've just been through and also eagerly awaiting getting home to get to sniffing all the footsmell out of her little tennis socks, and thinking about our next meeting and what she'll put me through then. Gosh I think what a great bet that turned out to be as I reach into my pocket before I even get to the car.
I turn around and say "See ya tomorrow Sweetfeet"

Jessica’s Big Foot

Jessica’s Big Foot 

By Author Unknown

First off Jessica my wife and my self have been together since we were in highschool now shes 6 ft 9 long brown hair brown eyes bronze skin now her feet are hugh size 22 long 5E(meaning width) shes forced to wear custom made shoes,sandals,boots shes 350 pounds which all of it is muscle shes an fitness fanatic i'm 5ft4 175 pounds also bronze skin and musclar. one flaw my wife has is her speed shes not a fast runner but i am now my wife knows about my foot fetish and very smart so she knows that footfetishist are also sometimes submissive so one weekend we were both off on friday night we bet whoever could run to the end of our block would win and the loser would have to be their slave i had no intentions of losing so first half i got their my wife asked me double or nothing run back for the full weekend winner has to sit on the couch first so we ran back we both entered the door at the same time but i stumbled and landed directly face first by her feet aww isn't my luck bad. anyway after that we were both very tired so we went to bed i was looking forward to being my wifes slave for a weekend .one point i may not have mentioned is that once a week she lets me indulg my foot fetish and be her slave so this isn't new to me.

Saturday:
I had awoken from my slomber jess was in the kitched making me breakfast we ate then jess said "kyle its time for our bet to be into affect" i answered "ok babe" she asked me to strip down to my bare skin i did so she said i'm going for a jog slave go get my old socks i gave her old socks to wear she put a new pair over them to lock in the sweat and stench she said i expect you to be hard when i return if not you will be punished (being hard wasn't the problem at this point) anyway after an hour she had returned she sat on the couch she told me to take off the first pair of socks and her sneakers i did as i was told she told me to lay down with my head next to her feet so i did she put 1 of her dirty sweaty stinky socked feet on my face ( my face not big enough for one of her feet they overlap it) then she turned on the TV while i layed with her foot on my face she told me to inhale deeply long deep breaths slave!! then after i was fully intoxicated by her big smelly foot she let me up slave take off my socks with your teeth then i smelled her wonderful feet again hmmm even better then the last time she told me to lay back down i did she pinched my nose with her big toes and when my mouth popped open to breath she shoved her 1st pair of socks and her dirty smelly ones in my mouth and covered my face with her foot again the taste of her stocks and the smell of her feet gave me a rock hard on which she noticed Slave i see your enjoying yourself you wont be shortly i assure you of that keep smelling my feet slave oh and how are my socks tasting i hope real bad my feet sweat like crazy but you already knew that she smiled wickedly we stayed like this for over an hour lost count of the time under her wonderful foot okay slave its time to use your wonderful tongue you may take out my socks now ...... kneel infront of your mistress slave she raise one foot to my face i place my hand under it she said lick my feet clean slave i started down at her heel slowly licking all th dusty grim and sweat and the sock lint from her foot gave it many kisses massaging it with kisses to let her know i'm moving on then began her instep very slow long licks then her instep was finished again kissing it many times in a massaging technique my mistress's feet always tastes good always but then again doesn't everyone's mistress's feet taste good? anyway then it was time for her toes Slave she said open your mouth and as i did she shoved her big toe into it and said suck it bitch now to give you an idea her big toe literally is the size of my mouth i can't suck any other toe with it in my mouth so i sucked her big toe swirling my tongue around it to get all the dirt sweaty grim off it and the toe jam mistress yelled suck it bitch harder faster thats it move on to the next ahh yes this feels soo good many many hours passed of me naked n my knees licking my mistress's feet and sucking her toes when she feel asleep since she gave me no time when to stop i kept licking her feet till i feel asleep with her toe in my mouth