The Foot Fetish


I get a phone call…

‘Hello can I help?’

‘Yes Mistress. Can You provide sweaty foot fetish?’

‘Of course. Let Me just finish mucking out My horses and I’ll come straight from the stables. There’s no need to freshen up when dealing with filthy boys like you now is there?’

‘No Mistress, thank You Mistress.’

… After paying a deposit the arrangement was set…


Dressed in My blue rubber wellington boots with brown tops I knew that My thick knee high socks were wet from the sweat that had seeped out of My body during the hard work of the day. Walking around the farm, trudging through the muddy fields with My horses, cleaning out their muck from My stables and depositing it on the big pile of horse shit that had been gathering for months. Where it had rained there were brown puddles on the floor which I like to call poo juice. Partially rotten manure that My feet were stomping through all collecting on My boots. This foot slave was to be in for a real treat. The thought of it made Me smirk as I set off in My car to meet him.

Eager as ever the salivating foot enthusiast was early. Texting to confirm his arrival as I was still driving. Well he’ll just have to wait. I have no interest in responding as I drive. The wait only helps add to their suspense anyway. I like the nervous excitement that envelops them when they think I might leave them out in the cold and not turn up. I’m a professional though soft lad. If I say I’m coming, then I’m coming!

In chambers I noticed My skin tight beige jodhpurs were splashed with mud and I had stray bits of hay stuck to Me. Oh well I thought it would intensify My over all stench and I know that’s what he is here for.

After taking the remainder of the tribute I opened the door expecting to see a naked, kneeling slave. Instead I got a half dressed, piteous excuse of a man that dared to simply sit.

‘Strip boy!’ I shouts. ‘Sorry Mistress’ replied the squeaky mouse and he hurridly took off his clothes. ‘Now get down and kneel at My feet. How dare you greet a Mistress in anyway other than kneeling before Her.’ From this point on the conversation was all one sided. My side of course. Instructing the slave to clean My boots he gladly ran his big slimy tongue up and down My mucky wellington. I explained the hardship they had suffered throughout the day taking great joy in his reaction as I emphasised the poo juice I’d stomped through. I could see little bits of hay and shavings from My bedding disappearing into his mouth as he consumed the debris. Being a thoughtful Mistress I offered the boy a drink to which he gladly nodded his head. Spitting into his open chops I wondered if I should offer a bit more fluid to satiate his dry mouth. Instructing him to stay put I collected the dog bowl from the kitchen and put a little water in that I had flushed around My own mouth first. I decided to add a bit more frothy spit and take it back to the feeble specimen in the dungeon. ‘Here you can lap that up like a little puppy dog. Mistress likes dogs. In fact Mistress prefers all animals to men. Even spiders.’  As he sank down I placed My foot on his head and pushed him into my spit. He slurped and I ordered him to shake his bottom like a dog. This would make Me very happy. Watching him wag a little pretend tail. This boy needed this. He needed Me to tell him how pathetic and disgusting he was and humiliate him until I was ready to chuck him out.

Steering the foot slave to take off My boots You could see the darker colour of My socks were they were wet from the sweat. I immediately shoved all of My toes in his over sized mouth and allowed him to suck the sweat from them. I also noticed a little mud on My right big toe where I’ve got a small leak in My boot. Just think of all the germs and undesirable disgusting bacteria that is harbouring  around My big toe at this very moment. Not for long. That foot can be sucked clean next. The smell radiating was not pleasant. I sweat really easily and after an 8hr day at the yard with My feet festering inside the rubber welly there was bound to be a pong. Yet this slave was loving My bouquet. Taking deep breaths as he explored My foot. Rubbing every toe slowly with his nose to savour the divine moment. He was enjoying himself far too much. Foot fetish frequently comes with humiliation and this lousy slave was going to get a taster of it. Why should all of his dreams come true when I’m not fully amused? Taking My feet away the slave was ordered to stand. ‘Now then. You are here to please Me. You are a slave and I am the Queen of the dungeon so you, you dirty foot licking fool you are going to make Mistress laugh. Do you understand?’ The minion looked confused but nodded anyway. I think he thought I was expecting a stand up comedy act or something? I wasn’t looking to be disappointed! No! I was going to make My own fun.

‘Right then. You are now a snake. I’m going to take my socks off and shove them in that gob of yours. you are going to slither on the floor like a snake. If you can catch My bare foot I’ll let you worship it. If not then I’ll pick another animal and W/we will continue.’ This was hilarious. It was so much fun to have him gagged and squirming all over the pace trying to catch My feet. Of course this was a game he was never going to win. I got to go through several different animals before I decided this foot fetish slave had earned  the right to worship My bare feet. By this point he was so desperate, so deflated that he had not been able to catch Me that I almost felt sorry for him. OK not really but I did pity him a little. I slowly took My socks out of his mouth and spat some fresh water in to hydrate him. I then placed My soft foot on his face and he inhaled deeply, somewhat lovingly and thankful for My kindness. As My feet caressed his face and he licked in and out of My toes his bliss radiated onto Me and I felt the same sexy happiness that he did. Watching him go to work on My size 4’s was satisfying and the relaxation I felt as he massaged My foot with is tongue was stunning. With My feet on his face I whispered to him that he could relieve himself and very quickly a huge spurt of hot cum ejected from his cock. This session was over. After he left I sat for a while. Smiling, relaxing and remembering the details of the session. I do love a good foot worship and I always have so much fun!





The foot fetish continued…


So sometimes when I’m writing I get so into the moment of the session that I’m describing I forget to finish off all My other points.

I just wanted to make some final comments regarding foot worship. I’m well aware that it’s not just simply My foot that gets you so excited, makes that cock twitch and your mouth water. No. It’s the skin that sits on the foot, the shape, My high arch, the way I tilt My foot to admire the small, perfect toes that sit on the end. The way those toes can move slowly, wriggle fast, and torment your nose and tongue. I know it’s important for you to watch Me walk. See the way I land on the ball of My foot and place My heel down flat so gracefully. It’s the smell, the odour that is omitted from My Dominant female sweat glands, that pure female aroma, My Smell, My salty taste, the joy you get from receiving everything that My body pours out of Me throughout the day or in fact days. Any respectful request for Me to wear the same socks for a number of days is welcomed. I have in the past worn the same bed socks every night for a month. I have no shame in wearing the same socks day and night, down at the stables, when I’m shopping, cleaning My house, allowing the sweat to gather in the fibers, letting the stench build, My smell, My boquet, My aroma. I understand this. You don’t want any old smell. Sticking My foot in some rotting fish won’t do because it’s Me that you desire to know better, you want the real thing, the real Me and I enjoy giving that to you foot perverts.


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