It's Friday evening and I am where I belong. On my knees at my wife's feet, naked, waiting for permission to worship them and her. It's something I have fantasised about for much of my adult life. You see I'm a submissive male with a foot fetish. Something that became apparent to my wife as our relationship developed.
When we are alone I address her as Goddess and she calls me Slut. Outwardly, to all intents and purposes, ours is a typical marriage, based on love and respect. We share the household chores, discuss and agree on decisions affecting all areas of our lives except for one, our love life. When it comes to sex my wife has complete control over it and me. She is my Goddess and I am her submissive Slut.
This is the story of how I became a slave to my wife's feet and our most recent evening of domination and worship.
One of the first things I noticed about my wife, when we first met, were her feet. They were beautiful and it was obvious she took good care of them. I found out later that she had regular pedicures and always wore nail polish, usually dark red.
After we had been dating several months I finally worked up the courage to casually reach out and touch her feet one evening as we watched TV. When it became apparent that she liked my touching her feet, I asked if she would like a foot massage. In response to my question she swivelled around and placed her feet in my lap. I then spent a wonderful, but somewhat sexually frustrating, evening massaging her beautiful feet.
Watching TV and foot massages became something of an evening ritual. My wife would watch her shows while I massaged her feet. We would then go to bed and make love, which, while sexually satisfying, usually left me feeling emotionally unfulfilled. I sensed my wife had similar feelings.
Then one evening it all changed. We were sitting watching TV and my wife went to put her feet in my lap as usual but stopped and suggested that it would be far more comfortable for her if I sat on the floor to massage her feet. I quickly slid to the floor and as I began to massage her feet I noticed a knowing smile on her face as she turned to watch her show.
As I sat on the floor at my wife's feet I reflected on how it felt to have willingly obeyed her seemingly innocent suggestion. I had never been more sexually aroused and I quickly became lost in sub space.
Without thinking I lifted her foot to my mouth and kissed it. I took a deep breath savouring the intoxicating aroma of her foot. It was then that I realised my wife had stopped watching her show and was intently watching me. She slowly raised her other foot to my mouth and watched as I took it in my hands and began to kiss it. She nodded to herself and returned to watching her show while I continued kissing her feet. Later that night as we made love we both experienced amazing orgasms.
The following evening as we finished cleaning up after dinner my wife uttered four words no man likes to hear, "We need to talk."
She headed to the lounge room and was sitting on the couch waiting for me. As I entered the room she motioned me to sit at her feet and instructed me to kiss them. She smiled as I obeyed.
As I kissed her feet she said, "We need to talk about last night and this." This, obviously being my submissiveness and foot fetish.
She began by saying that the previous night's sex had been incredible and that she had never experienced such intense orgasms before. She explained that while she had enjoyed having her feet massaged, last evening was different. Seeing me obey her suggestion to sit at her feet had been an awakening. She couldn't believe how aroused she was by dominating me and, if she was reading me correctly, that I was as equally aroused by obeying her.
She then asked me some direct questions, "Yes or no, do you have a foot fetish?"
I automatically looked down at her feet and whispered, "Yes."
"You'll need to speak up, I didn't hear you," she said and asked the question again.
Still looking at her feet I replied with a more audible, "Yes."
"Look at me," she commanded before asking the next question, "Yes or no, are you a submissive?"
As I obeyed and raised my head I replied, "Yes."
Staring into my eyes, almost challenging me, she asked, "Yes or no, do you want me to dominate you?"
A pleading "Yes," escaped my lips.
With a look of growing satisfaction on her face, she asked, "Yes or no, do you want me to control your orgasms?"
My twitching cock left me in no doubt how much I wanted her to. "Yes," I admitted as my eyes returned to her feet.
Then she said, "Last question and you need to look at me and speak up."
She waited as I obeyed. Satisfied that she was now in total control, she asked, "Yes or no, do you submit to me?"
As I replied, "Yes" I felt a sense of relief and calm sweep over me as I finally embraced my submissive side.
Growing in confidence, my wife savoured her dominance over me. She had never looked more beautiful or sexy as she in turn embraced her dominant side. She started explaining how things were going to be different from now on.
"From now on you will call me Goddess. You will obey my every command. You exist solely for my pleasure. Your body is mine to use however, whenever and where ever I choose. You will be allowed to cum only with my permission."
She didn't ask if I agreed to this new arrangement, she simply said, "You may kiss my feet."
"Thank you Goddess," I said as I leaned forward and began to worship her feet.
She smiled and said, "You'll make such a good little Slut."
And so here we are, a little over a year later. It's Friday evening and I am where I belong. On my knees at my wife's feet, naked, waiting for permission to worship them and her.
As she settled herself on the couch, Goddess looked down at me and commented, "Hmmm, it has been a while since I had you naked on your knees worshipping my feet, hasn't it Slut?"
"Yes Goddess, please may I worship them now?"
"All in good time Slut, first go up to my bedroom and pick out a dildo for me. Oh, and you better grab some lube as well."
I stood up and ascended the stairs to Goddess's bedroom. I opened her toy drawer and picked out her favourite, it was a 9" realistic black dildo, grabbed the lube and headed back downstairs.
As I returned to the lounge room and resumed my position at her feet, Goddess said, "I see you trimmed and shaved this morning Slut. You both look so cute, it makes him look bigger and you more submissive."
"Thank you Goddess," I replied feeling even more naked and vulnerable.
As I handed the dildo to her she laughed and said, "Interesting choice, you enjoy watching your Goddess being fucked by her big black lover, do you Slut?"
"Yes Goddess and I know how much you like how he stretches her."