What will we do when they’re coming home suddenly? If we want to do this frequently, and I WANT to do this frequently, we need to come up with a plan.”

Your feet are beautiful, mistress. Absolute, wonderfully, fascinatingly, truly beautiful from heel to every single one of your perfectly-shaped toes and kempt toenails.” I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping open for a moment. I stood up do make some room between us and looked at her irritated. You got it right the first time, out in the sea." I thought about it for a second - the only words I said out there were "Yes Miss"... Miss? That's what I'm supposed to call her? I gave it a go:Under your feet, mistress.” I answered. Rebecca didn’t let the chance slip and put her right foot on my head, I could feel the weight of her enourmous boot on me and didn’t move in the slightest. Yeah, that’s what I thought your reaction would be” and Ray added “If I would have been in your shoes I wouldn’t have stopped to hold my breath, mate. Respect you pulled through.” Good boy" she responded. I got it right. I did not have the right to know, let alone call her by her real name. I was only allowed the chance to refer to her as Miss. Rebecca took her sweet time to look up from her book, she smiled at her friend innocently and wiggled her toes. With a “Good boy” and a pat on the head we went into the living room where she watched a movie and I massaged her beautiful feet. She allowed me to kiss her feet a bit at first too. During the movie she had me massage her calves and legs as well.

Right…” I responded uncertain what to say, now that it was seemingly over, so Rebecca took that part for me. Hello fellow Mousepadders, I've been a long time lurker of this forum and love reading the stories here. I have many stories to tell both fiction and non-fiction - I'll start with a fictional story that I've started to write most recently. It should be about 3-4 parts long. The first half of Part 1 is introducing the setting so may be a bit boring, but from then onwards it's straight action! Let me know if you're interested in part 2 or more stories!Great!” Rebecca smiled. “And I promise it will be worth your time.” There it was again, the spark in her eyes. I knew what that meant. I sighed smirking, a mixture of excitement and tightness in my breast. The next day came and I got out as soon as I can and headed for the boat. When I arrived, there were plenty of groups each in a minimum of 3. Everyone seemed so friendly and welcoming though, so it wasn't as awkward as I thought it would've been. People were simply looking forward to enjoying an amazing booze cruise and getting drunk to the point where they would be trying to balance even once off the boat. The boy:girl ratio was also unreal; there were literally about 80 girls and roughly 11 guys including myself. Once the boat took off after the captain recited the rules (such as no jumping off the top of the boat), the drinks started flowing. If there is something your goddess doesn't approve of such as a habit, you must break that habit. Your goddess has good intentions for her precious little foot boy. We go into the hair dresser’s salon room and she’s super sweet. She offers us some wine and we all have a glass and sort of chill. Eventually Goddess tells me to get down on my knees and give Wendi (the hair dresser) the money. “Count it as you give her the money, show her what a good boy you are.” Goddess said. Her tone was rather ease, but I sensed the uncertainty in Rebeccas voice. When there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it was loneliness. I cleaned my bowl and nodded at her comforting.

This stuff is sooo fake-y! I mean seriously, who does that in private?!” she shouted while exerting her arms to her sides in an irritated manner. I laughed at her obvious criticism for mainstream-fetishporn, and she throwed her pillow at me. Everything my mistress commands.” She nodded too, satisfied with my answer, stood up and placed herself behind me, a few inches away from me. Her arms where on her hips and the smile on her face was gone, instead she looked me expectant and forced-serious in the eyes. Her voice when she said the following was almost empty of emotion. The two girls burst into uncontrollable laughter, obviously still under the influence combined with being in a very high and upbeat mood. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as my head sunk lower out of pure embarrassment. Even so, 'personal holiday slave?' I thought to myself. It is everything I could have dreamed of, except it was really happening. Even though I had just met this girl, there is nothing I wouldn't do for her. I would go through the harshest pain if it meant there was even a small chance of giving her the slightest pleasure. I definitely wanted to dedicate myself to her and wanted to prove that I am worthy enough to be her 'personal holiday slave' but I had no idea how far she would take it.She grinned at me and I widened my eyes in a manner that said ‘You can’t think the same thing as I do, right?’ But she nodded.

If you want to smell them that bad you have only to tell me, Nelly love. No problem at all.” I tried to ignore Rebeccas sweet voice as she said that, and Nelly only grinned, telling her to move the damn bottle. It was spinning. I prayed. Spinning. One to three. Spinning. The bottle pointed to me, and Nelly was clapping furiously while Ray just seemed to be happy it didn’t get him. Rebecca smiled at me apologetic and meant It was like she rammed a hammer against my head. I couldn’t stop myself from flinching, and she noticed, which only made her smile even wider. So she did notice something the evening two days ago, I thought to myself. But no use in lamenting about that now, I had to save what I still could.So… does this make me officially your foot slave?” I asked, trying to sound casual. She seemed to think about it seriously for a moment, before she smirked again. You may never glance at another woman's feet. Even if by accident, you will get your balls beat for it. My feet are perfect and should easily be enough to look at. Thank you, Goddess.” I said immediately. “..I deserved that.” She told me never to say what I said again. I assured her I would never say it again. At the age of 21, only a few years ago, I had the pleasure of taking what was originally a relaxing holiday on the sunny island of Lanzarote. It was a 10-day trip, but for the rest of my life I will not forget a second of it. As my mistress and I sat in kitchen, Rebecca lifte her foot again and stretched it in my face. I didn’t really react, which was a reaction on itself.