A college PhD Professor becomes the foot slave to a beautiful Administrative Assistant.
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I was pleased with the response that I received from individuals who read Part I of my true account of how I became a foot/shoe/boot slave to the Assistant to the Dean of Students at the university where I taught.
Her name is Debbie and she still works for the same university but has been promoted to a new position in administration. Since retirement, I have returned to the university, on several occasions, to fill in for colleagues on leave and was lucky enough to rekindle the "foot boy" relationship that I had with Debbie. She readily admitted that she missed me when I retired and was enjoying her new dominant role. She was thrilled to have me back at her feet. Part II continues....
After that moment when I licked Debbie's shoes for the first time, I was mesmerized with her; her feet and her footwear. She was a stunningly attractive lady and to be able to serve as her foot slave was an honor. I know that other men on campus, including students, found her to be attractive and now I was the one licking her shoes. That first day I licked her shoes is still embedded in my mind. The taste of the leather on my tongue and the memory of her words, "From now on I think I will have you lick all my shoes at work", made my head spin. On that day, I think Debbie made a major transformation from a beautiful, professional business woman with a husband to a Domme with a foot slave. It was obvious that Debbie was finding pleasure in having a man, prostrate at her feet, licking her shoes. As I licked her shoes I would look up from the floor and I could see an obvious smile and look of contentment. Debbie was enjoying this.
That first time I licked her shoes, Debbie was wearing a pair of dark blue, high heel pumps with about a 4 inch heel. The leather was very soft and I could feel her toes through the leather as I licked the top of the shoes. Debbie had thin ankles and her feet looked stunning in the shoes. There actually were some dirt spots on her shoes and I became excited realizing that I was truly cleaning her shoes with my tongue. Her words kept me excited, "Good boy. Get my shoes nice and clean."
That first day, I licked her high heels for only about five minutes but it was sexually exciting. I kept looking up at Debbie as I ran my tongue over the surfaces of her shoes. The excitement increased when she told me to lick the bottoms of her shoes. In her soft, sweet voice she told me to, "Be sure you get the heel and the bottoms of my shoes. If you are going to do a job, do it right." Debbie was already toying with me on my first day as her shoe licker. She flexed her ankle so that the bottom of her shoe presented itself to my tongue. I loving licked the dirt off the sole of Debbie's shoes.
It was Debbie who called an end to that first shoe worship session. She pulled her shoe away from my mouth and announced, "OK, that's enough. I have work to do and can't just sit here all day watching you lick my shoes.' She made exaggerated movements as if examining her shoes and the tongue job I had just performed. "Not bad, for the first time. You will have to do better if you want to continue being my foot boy. Now get out of here. I have work to do."
I picked myself from the floor and I could see Debbie look at the bulge in my pants. She smiled. "Well, I guess we can say that you enjoy licking my shoes. Good, because I intend to have you tongue cleaning all my shoes." I left the office with my head still spinning.
The next day I was excited to see Debbie wearing another pair of high heel pumps. These were black with an open toe. The heel was again about 4" in height. The first two times that I entered her office, that day, she was busy with students and other staff members wanting her attention. She was the consummate professional, handling all of her duties without any teasing or even acknowledging me except for a friendly, "Hello." I walked around her desk just so that I could peek at her shoes. I became excited just thinking that I might be licking those shoes. That morning seemed like the longest day of my life. Each time I walked past Debbie's office, she was busy. Finally, out of frustration I decided to call her. Just hearing her soft voice on the phone made me excited. I was careful not to get carried away but I did get up the nerve to ask if she could use her foot boy today. She sounded very busy and did not take my lead. She was very professional in her demeanor. She just told me that she was swamped with work and could not talk. I hung up, a little disappointed. I decided that today was not going to find me at Debbie's feet and hoped that our new relationship had not come to an end.
I went about my business in my office; reading research papers; meeting with several students and writing plans for the upcoming week. I was unaware of the time. The phone rang and I looked at my watch. It was 3:45. The voice on the other end surprised me. It was Debbie. "Hi, Dean Hancock, is gone for the day and I have no scheduled appointments. I could use a foot massage." My heart leaped in my throat. Debbie was calling me to ask me for a foot massage. All my fears of her ending our little "game" were unnecessary.
"I can be there in five minutes", I blurted out.
"No! Slow Down! I still have work to do. Come over around 4:45. I'll see you then."
Debbie hung up and I could feel myself getting exciting. I could see myself licking her shoes and I loved the idea. I waited until 4:45 and then made my way to Debbie's office. The corridors were empty. Most of the undergraduate students had finished classes for the day and the grad students were in their 4:30 classes. When I entered Debbie's office, she was standing by the file cabinet, returning folders. She looked stunning. She was wearing a black pinstripe suit; white blouse with an open collar; pearls and of course those beautiful, open toe, black pumps. I wanted to throw myself at her feet and start licking her shoes but I controlled my urges. Debbie was friendlier and had a nice smile on her face. She greeted me with a simple, "Hi"
I tried to be discrete when I closed the door behind me. I was hoping that Debbie would not tell me to leave it open. The door clicked and she did not say anything. She was involved in filing folders. With my back to the door, I quietly turned the lock. We were now in a locked office. I turned around and just stared at the beautiful goddess standing in front of me.
"This has been a day from Hell. I could use a stiff drink but one of your foot massages would do nicely." Debbie's soft, feminine voice made me feel relaxed.
