Chapter 1: Chapter 1
I was an esclave, a slave, a possession. I was owned by a beautiful girl named Inès. I was a foot lover" before I was a "porn star". My life was a never ending parade of orgasms, torturous for me but exhilarating for her. It started when I was in my first year of university.A girl in my French class asked me out and we went out for drinks. We were on our second drink when she said, "Do you want to see my room?" I said yes and she led me to a door at the back of the bar. It was ajar and I could see a bed with sheets and pillows but no one was in the room.I was to be my mistress's plaything and I was to cum whenever she wanted. I was to be her footstool and her bed, she said with a straight face. "I need a footstool for my bed and I was thinking of you because you have such beautiful feet." I smiled and said thank you but I didn't know what to expect.I was to be her footstool? Was I to be used as a footstool? No, I am not going to let you cum until I say so. You are going to work for me and I am going to train you properly.You will be my footstool and I will train you to be my loyal servant. That was the deal.
I was young and inexperienced but I was brave and I accepted the challenge. I waited until she came back to my table and sat down next to me. She was wearing a leather jacket and looked hot but her eyes were cold and unfeeling.I felt immediate antipathy towards her and I wondered why. I was to be her footstool and I was to cum whenever she wanted. That s all I needed to hear. I have always loved women and their feet and I never turned down a chance to sniff or lick a woman’s feet. So why did I feel so repulsed by this girl?I think it was the way she spoke to me. She had this air about her that said she was untouchable and I was just another toy to her. I hated that look and I hated her for it. It was the look of a predator stalking its prey. And I was prey. She was beautiful and captivating but she was cruel and domineering.I was to be her footstool and I was to cum whenever she wanted. That was the deal.
I knew what I had to do I had to prove to her that I was worthy of her feet and that I would do anything for them. So I licked her boots and her stockings and her toes until she cried out my name and threw her arms around me.I was her footstool and I was hers.
"Now suck my toes," she said, smiling a wicked smile. I did as she commanded and sucked her toes until she pulled my head down for a kiss. The kiss was soft and featherlight and she tasted of vanilla and honeydew. I loved the way she smelled and I loved the way she tasted.After several more kisses like that she pushed me away from her and told me to stand up. As soon as I stood up she grabbed hold of my cock and stroked it with her hand. My blood was boiling and I was ready to cum but she stopped me. She wanted to play with my balls first.