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Foot Fetish - a passion to kiss

 

usemeplease Mon May 3 21:45:31 2004
 She called me out of the blue.I had donated a few of my paintings to a local art organization that was having a silent auction to raise funds for the coming outdoor season. All but one of the paintings were your typical landscapes,some portraiture. She told me that she was very impressed with my work. She told me her name was Tamara and asked if I would be interested in doing a private piece of work for her. I asked about the subject matter and all I was told was that it was something that required alot of heart and soul. She informed that the one and only surreal piece that I had had on display was now in her living room.This is an original painting by usemeplease!I was somewhat nervous as this particular piece had been donated with quite a bit of reluctance on my part. The painting she now had on her wall was one very personal to me. The subject of the painting was myself and pieces of my real and fantasy worlds were represented in it. One particular area was dedicated to my secret desire to be under the feet of a Goddess.One had to look closely to see the man,naked from the waist up,on his back with a magnificantly arched barefoot on his face and a pair of stillehto heeled legs standing on his chest. I had gotten rid of the painting on the insistance of my former fiance. She said the painting bothered her from day one. She left me just after I donated it. I ignored my paranoid thoughts about being "discovered" and told Tamara I would be happy to schedule a meeting with her. She told me that she did not want to delay getting her painting done any longer than necessary.I was to meet her at her apartment the following evening for dinner or I could just forget about the whole thing. Turned out she lived close by and I didn't mind dropping some other less pressing projects to work for her. I would there at six. I arrived fifteen minutes early.Tamara's door was locked and no one seemed to be home. I sat in my car to wait as a light rain started to fall. She had informed me that she may be out for a run if I got there before six but to be patient,she wouldn't stand me up. Tamara described herself as a skinny woman with long black hair about 5' 9" tall and that she would be wearing a white sweat suit. Sure enough,she came running up from behind me,stopped in front of her door and motioned to me to come on. She unlocked and opened the door just as I walked up to her. "Welcome." she said,never turning her face to me but continuing on through a small foyer and into the kitchen. I noticed that there was only one place setting on the table and an empty plate was on the counter next to her stove.Dinner appeared to be still in the oven. Tamara sat down at the table and thanked me for coming. I stood before her as she wiped her face with a napkin. "Now you shall meet your subjects" she explained," Help me with my shoes."
I was dumbfounded as she raised her legs up and placed her wet,dirty sneakers on my stomach, pressing and scraping them on my nice clean shirt. Tamara looked at me and smiling said firmly"Drop to your knees NOW!" My knees buckled at her command as my head spun."Is this really happening?", I asked myself. The spell was cast,I was no longer in control of myself.She ordered me to place my hands around her ankles and to lift her feet to my face.She placed both soles directly on my face and pressed them hard into it."I see you have a small foot fetish.", she said tauntingly."Tell me,'Yes I do Ms Tamara" as she pushed her shoes against my face.I spoke as well as I could ,my lips and tongue grinding on her soles.Quickly,she pulled her feet back,stood and walked to the sink.She wet a wash cloth and threw it at me yelling "Catch!" Tamara walked back and stood in front of me,"Now wash that face good and I'll dry it for you." I gladly washed the dirt and grit from face and mouth and handed her the wash cloth."No! You get up and rinse that out in the sink then get back over here where you were!",she commanded as she sat back down. I hurried back to my kneeling position before her."I want you to remove my shoes and then place them,one at a time over your nose and mouth.I want to hear you sucking the air out of the insides of those shoes like your life depends on it!"Tamara rested her stocking feet on my thighs while I breathed in the sweet smell of her perspiration and perfume."How do you like my perfume,foot slave?",she asked. After deep breathing both sneakers she had me place them aside but not before kissing each of them several times. "As I promised I shall now dry your face."and with that she placed her moist,perfumed stocking feet on my face."I want you to use my feet as your towel,slave. You'd better use both hands!"At that moment I was as close to nirvana as a man could get.The scent and warmth of her socks ,crushing and mashing my face with her feet was beyond this world.Tamara knew what I wanted,I had no more secrets."Enough!",she proclaimed ."Pull my socks off with your teeth,slave,and don't you dare bite my skin!"I performed this carefully,biting at her heels for the best pulling after trying at her toes and arches."Now ,slave,stuff one of my socks into your mouth and place the other under your nose!"The taste and smell of her socks almost caused me to lose control.I was completely intoxicated with Tamara's scent.I only waned it to last forever.I hadn't really noticed til I gazed down how beautiful her bare feet were.She had one on either of my thighs,their heat and sweat penetrating my jeans.Her toes were polished a gloss black and dug into my legs as Tamara arched her feet."Now drop those socks,slave and prepare to meet your new subjects to study! With your heart and my soles we shall create more than a work of art,we shall create a masterpiece,Now get to know them!" She raised one foot and placed it on top of my head,grabbing my hair with her toes and pulling my face down to her other foot.She pulled my head back and planted a bare foot on my face.The softness,the scent combined with the strength of her other foot pulling my hair was just about too much.Tamara told me I had better cover every inch of her feet with my tongue and kisses or she would throw me out.I compied with all my heart and worshipped her feet for what must have been hours.She would stick her toes in my mouth,I licked ,kissed and sucked the balls of her feet,tasting her sweat.I buried my face in her arches as she squeezed her feet on my face. Suddenly Tamara pulled her feet away."You have proven your appreciation of your subjects but only with an ongoing appreciation can you truly expect to render my feet as they deserve to be seen.Your sessions are to continue indefinetly as I intend to completely enslave you.You will reside here from this day forward,slave.Is that clear!?" Tamara then ordered me into her bathroom had me strip and lay face up in her bathtub."Now slave I shall purify you" with that Tamara climbed into the tub stepping on my face and then she put a foot on either side of me.She squatted over my face and ordered me to open my mouth."Drink of Me slave for I own you heart,body,mind and soul." Tamara urinated into my mouth and all over my face and from that point on my life's fantasy became my reality.

 

usemeplease Sat May 8 19:13:44 2004
   It has been a week now. I have given up my apartment.I have given up my social life. Ms.Tamara has possession of my financial,material and personal life. Amazingly,I have absolutely no regrets. I was living a pointless,boring stereotypical existence. No prior relationship could even compare to what I was experiencing now,except maybe the one I had with my hand! And so the lessons in appreciation of the Female body,with special emphasis on the feet,have continued as promised.Ms.Tamara has allowed me to begin my sketch. Needless to say,I have come to know my subjects most intimately.I sleep at Her feet,at the foot of her bed of course.Most times She will bind my hands and feet together so I don't move too much and disturb her sleep.There is a footboard that I am often pressed up against.I eat all of my meals at Her feet ,off of them alot of times.Ms. Tamara likes to keep me guessing as to where and what I will be dining on.I have never felt so creative because of Her guidance.Kiss,lick,sketch is how my work progresses.The canvas is not over-sized,just right for the proper perspective,She says. Ms.Tamara desires a rendering of her gracious,sensual soles to keep me inspired when She is away. So far, the source for my inspiration is to be bound to the rack in Her closet with a pair of Her shoes or dirty socks strapped to my face.I have spent hours in the closet even when She's there. If and when I am allowed a sexual release it is usually preceded by my serving Ms. Tamara in Her bathroom.I have been required to consume Her bowel movement on one occasion so far,this being part of my enslavement and proof of my devotion to Her.I must always accompany Ms. Tamara whenever She must relieve Herself,whether it is for cleaning,consuming or both.I am completely under Her spell.

 

footmanboy Fri Jun 25 09:13:14 2004
   Ma'am ... Let me Wrap My Tongue Around Your Ankle - Please.

In your mind’s eye picture this .......... as your black, leather stiletto dangles, hypnotically, from a perfect size 7 foot, exposing a particularly high arch.

my gaze is fixated on YOUR red pedicured toes, one is adorned with a silver toe ring..........

the stiletto swings back and forth, giving way to a shapely leg, encased in a sheer black, seamed stocking, attaching itself, to a leather garter belt.........

all concealed under an elegant yet conservative suit....

Your ‘chosen-slave’ is instructed to kneel; collared and naked at Your nylon clad feet........

my eyes surrender to Your beauty.

my mouth resembles parchment paper, I cannot speak.

Whilst blood courses thru my veins at an accelerated pace.....

my palms become increasingly moist and the fire starts to burn slowly.... in 'my' loins......

Wanting to please you the best way I can… i try.

my best to you, footmanboy.

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A private note from my Goddess...

The musky scent of My moist Feet lingers to you...you may sniff but will not touch;

I love to hear you beg and watch you squirm beneath my sweaty nylon clad toes.

Tell Me about your longing to lap up the salty sweat that lies upon My soles and your desires to slip your tongue between My toes and to push it deep into the wells of them.

(My moans of pleasure, tells you how much this pleases Me)

Gently circling My toes with you tongue, then slowly taking them one by one into your mouth for long sensual sucking, the whole time your eyes fixed upon Mine for My silent guidance....

Come and be My boy -- my 'footmanboy'.