Footslave Humiliation

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I am planning to post every week to 10 days. That way reader (hopefully I will have a few of them) will ha Ethan let out a content sigh as he entered his tiny bedroom after arriving home from school and sat at his computer, it was finally the weekend, but not just any weekend. His parents were off on some vacation or whatever, how they were able to afford it he had no idea but regardless they were gone and he was free to whatever his little heart desired. Even though my secrets were definitely out in the open, I was still unsure of Tiffany’s intent. It may have just been the alcohol the night before, and she actually might not be as into it as I detected. If she wasn’t, there would be positive and negative repercussions. I hoped that if she wasn’t interested then she would just forget about it, but realistically that wasn’t an option. This was my sister I was talking about, and she’d do anything to get me in trouble. I couldn’t see her wasting such an opportunity to gain control over me. Hmmm, that's lovely. I think I'll keep you, little one. Would you like doing this for me every day?"

So, you’re like…in love with my feet or something?” she asked, ignoring my plea and staring downwards intently. Her attitude was confusing and I found it unreadable. She was sort of smirking at me, but I couldn’t be sure how angry she was. There seemed to be a hint of amusement in her tone but I didn’t want to risk anything at this point. Self-preservation was the current agenda. In reaction to her words, the worst part was that it was true; my secret was now out in the open. Some people will tell you that the loss of such a burden is a relief. I can assure you it is complete devastation. Alice snorted, and went on marking Tina's work. Judging by the movements of her red pen, there was a lot wrong with it. She began to wipe her free foot on Tina's skirt, staining it with her sweat. Poor Tina didn't dare say anything. It looked like an unconscious movement, like something Alice might just do without noticing, and Tina didn't want to be told off for being annoying. Alison, are you alright? You seem distant?” Susan asked, ever the concerned friend. I flinched from my daydream at her words, pausing to sip at my coffee while considering a response. We’d been at the coffee shop for 20 minutes and I’d barely said a word. ‘No, I’m not alright’ is what I really wanted to say. I had so much I needed to get off my chest, but how I could ever tell her about what was going on? Even though she was my best friend, she’d never understand how I had let things get to this stage. Confessing my fetish to her was a big enough step, but adding in the part about my own sister as well was too much. I settled with a shrug of my shoulders and hoped she’d be satisfied. Unlike my previous stories, this one is more fast-paced and the chapters might be shorter. I think this is justified given the point in which each storyline starts. However, I also tried to keep some depth in the story, something between the lines if you will. And I hope this attempt to mix between both approaches didn't mess the story. But nothing. Kiss my feet and thank me for this. Really, I think you'll find you can learn to like it."

Just as I was growing frustrated with her seeming ignorance and my own confusion, Tiffany startled me by speaking up. “Alison, could you do me a favour please, and rub my feet? They’re a little sore from practice.” She spoke without even looking away from the television and my mum briefly glanced to see my reaction. Her tone was almost playful, and I considered for a moment that she might just be joking. One thing was for certain, joke or not joke, I now knew for sure that she’d remembered the previous evening. Tina felt embarrassed, but oddly pleased at Alice's approval, and it helped that she didn't make her do a repeat, so it was easier for her to keep her smile on, even as her cheeks were red. Mum, you should give this a try. She has such good hands.” She sighed, bringing forth an uncontrollable blush from me. The way she was showing me off was humiliating enough, but to actually force me to massage my mother’s feet would be nothing but cruel. Oh, hell, no", said Dana, enjoying Tina's compliance as she turned her head around, and pressed her nose and lips against her unwashed toes. "I really wanted to get my feet on some worthless little plaything's face again. Breaking the new ones is even better. I love teaching them their place, showing them how helpless they are, until they learn they have no escape, and they completely give up. Seeing that resistance crumble bit by bit under the assault of my dirty feet is just delicious."

My eyes closed as I neared my orgasm, and just before I exploded I came to a decision. My mind was made up, but there was just one problem: Good girl, nice smile on your face", said Alice. "That's one. Now kiss the foot, thank me, and do the next one." I’d pictured this situation over and over in my head. I knew I’d eventually get caught at a girl’s feet; my addiction was far too strong. But I’d always predicted one of my gorgeous friends discovering me, often with the fairy tale ending of them letting me secretly worship them. This however was my worst nightmare. Of all the people in my life, I had let my bratty little sister capture me. I had pretty much given her the upper hand and guaranteed myself to doing whatever she wanted. If I didn’t appease her, she would reveal my secret to everyone.The look on her face said it all. I detected a hint of anger, and it wasn’t because I was questioning her, but rather an inconvenience by forcing her to explain herself. She had grown used to me obeying her without question since the change in our relationship, but this was my best friend we were talking about. I had no intention of just mindlessly letting my sister enslave her. Tiffany must have sensed my resistance too, as she was far from pleased, evident by her face screwing up in a childish tantrum. Tina kept quiet. She continued rubbing Alice's foot, hoping she wouldn't have to answer. Alice prodded her soft belly with the toes of her other foot, making her squirm.

Her feet continued to seduce me and she was almost an expert when it came to her toes. They gently danced across my face, so soft in their touch that I found myself completely entranced with her. I felt as if she was hypnotising me, and I barely registered her words as she spoke. “If you do my chores then I’ll let you sniff my feet once in a while, and maybe even kiss them. And I won’t tell mum as long as you do whatever I say, whenever I want. Got it?” Come on, dummy! This is not a maths proof. Even a silly thing like you should be able to work it out. I'll give you a hint."I’m sorry Tiffany, it won’t happen again. Please don’t say anything.” I pleaded desperately. From her eyes I could tell that she was unmoved by my apology, and I seriously believed myself to be in deep trouble.