Shauna smiled as she looked down to watch her slave - or stocking slut as she enjoyed calling him - remove her boots. He took the utmost care not to injure her precious feet. He removed both boots and set them aside, standing them next to the comfy chair she lounged in.
While he was busy putting her boots aside, Shauna lifted her hot, sweaty feet up, holding them straight out to her slave/slut. She wiggled her toes in anticipation of his services. He took both of her feet in his hands by their heels and, following exactly his training, he pushed his nose into them, sniffing them long and thoroughly, all along the underside of her toes. He inhaled their scent deeply as he had hundreds of times before. The confinement in the tight boots had made her stockings hot and moist with perspiration, and the scent of nylon and leather mingled with her own sweet scent. She smiled contentedly as he pushed his nose into the base of her toes and sniffed deeply time after time. This was an important part of foot worship for Shauna, as she felt that her feet, as did any part of her, deserved to be appreciated no matter their condition. It was important that her slut adored her feet whether they'd been just bathed by him or if she'd just run a marathon in old, dirty sneakers. It went to the very core of his worship of her, which should be unconditional if it was to have any real meaning. So, to prove his worship of her, her slut was to smell her feet every time she (or he) removed her shoes. And it pleased her so much to watch him do it.
"Have I sniffed your feet enough, Goddess? Or should I continue?" he humbly asked the semi-reclining beauty.
"No, slut...you've enjoyed their perfume long enough for now. You may remove my stockings and begin my oral servicing."
Without a second's hesitation, he reached up under her midcalf-length skirt and slipped off her knee-highs and put them on the floor next to the boots, folding them properly as his training dictated. He then returned to his Goddess's feet and held one foot up to his mouth. His adoring lips immediately began kissing it....every inch, slowly, not missing a single part of it. He even spread her toes so he could kiss between them. This was the first phase...kissing her feet to show his complete worship of her, and it was required that his lips not miss any part of her feet. And they rarely did.
Watching "slut" kiss her feet, so attentively and conscientiously, reminded Shauna of their very first meeting. She leaned back in her plush chair and reminisced dreamily of that encounter as her slave's lips attended to her cooling feet. She remembered back to when she met him many months ago in a pool hall. He was cocky and very sure of himself with the ladies, which made breaking him all the sweeter....
She'd been standing there with her friend from work, talking about all sorts of things, when she noticed a man sitting on a stool staring at her. Now, she was dressed to kill and expected to turn men's heads, but she didn't want to be ogled. He appeared to be looking at her breasts, so she looked him directly in the eye and told him point blank to stop. He chuckled quietly and tossed her an insincere apology.
Shortly thereafter she again noticed him staring. This time he was across the room, standing near one of the pool tables. He appeared to be eyeing her legs. She put down the soda she was drinking, excused herself to her friend, and walked over to the man, her high heels clacking on the wooden floor.
"You see something you like, I take it?" she'd said to him, not smiling in the least.
"Yeah," he grinned, "I see a lot I like."
"Well, that's too bad, cause none of it's yours to enjoy, is it? First, you're staring at my chest, and now you can't seem to take your eyes off my legs. I would appreciate if you'd find something else to stare at, if you don't mind too much." she said sarcastically.
"Um..well..it wasn't your legs, exactly," he said, slurping from a bottle of beer.
"What?" she asked. "What wasn't my legs."
"It wasn't your legs I was staring at, not that they're not gorgeous, of course."
She looked down at her legs, confused.
"Actually, I ....well....I was just noticing how pretty your feet are," he confessed, looking down at them again.
Again Shauna looked down. She'd always dressed to show off her feet, and that night was no exception. She was wearing her sexy red strappy backless high heel slides, which showed off her high-arched feet very nicely. Her toes were painted a matching red. In those shoes her feet were beautifully bare.
When she looked back up at him, she noticed his obvious admiration for her feet. He was smiling and his eyes were taking in every inch of them, moving from toes to instep to ankles and back again to the toes. She tried to stifle a laugh, but could only manage to partially stifle it. And the gears were already turning in her head.
"So, apparently you have a foot fetish, besides being crass and uncouth," she stated frankly, then added slyly, "Well, at least you have good taste in feet."
"Well now," he stammered, "I wouldn't say I have a foot fetish." He became instantly nervous and flustered. "Let's just say I admire beauty where I see it."
"And you see beauty in my feet?"
"Well...yeah."
"Then, my friend, you have a foot fetish."
"No, not really. I don't think so at all."
Now Shauna felt the need to prove her point. She needed to prove to herself and to him that he did indeed have a foot fetish. And a plan came into her mind.
"Well, Mr....."
"Sam.....call me Sam."
"Okay, Sam. It seems to me that a guy who thinks my feet are beautiful can't be all bad, in spite of his efforts to prove that he is. So, what do you say we get a drink together somewhere? These shoes are sexy, but they hurt my feet. Maybe if you like my feet so much you could give them a nice massage for me."
When she said that she knew by the glint in his eyes that he definitely had a foot fetish. And a guy who had a fetish for anything could be tamed, even controlled, if she played her cards right. And she intended to do just that.
She made apologies once again to her friend, who had decided to go home anyway. And then she and Sam left to find a more private place. They took separate cars - Shauna didn't want any problems if this didn't turn out right - and went to a nearby bar, a cozy little place mostly frequented by regulars.
They sat in a corner booth. After Sam had gotten them both drinks, they sat and talked. They hadn't been talking more than five minutes when Shauna plopped her feet in Sam's lap. She smiled as she remembered the startled look on his face. The wide eyes, the dropped jaw as he looked down to his now filled lap.....so precious.
She said simply, "Take my shoes off and rub my sore feet like a good boy."
Sam was surprised to say the least, but he did as he was told....
Shauna was brought briefly back to the present by movement at her feet. Slut was switching his attention to her other foot, having completely worshipped the first. He carefully lowered the foot he'd completed adoring, laying it gently on his thigh, not wishing it to get soiled in any way, even though he knew the carpets were clean. He picked up the other foot and without hesitation began to kiss it. Shauna sat back again and her memories of that first night returned. She smiled as her mind revisited that small bar and the dark corner booth.....
Sam looked at Shauna's feet with a mixture of surprise...and awe. He stared at those wiggling beauties, trying not to be too obvious, still wanting to hide his fetish. But his desires were all too obvious to Shauna. She knew he wanted her feet. She didn't doubt it in the slightest. But it was the way he slowly removed her shoes - slipping them carefully and gently off her feet as if being afraid of damaging their soft feminine beauty - that gave away the extent of his attraction to her feet.
