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Foot Slave

So, I've never been "into" feet. I've never been the type to see a pic of a man's feet and start drooling, and actually, I've never really had much experience in foot worship. However, the last few weeks have got me crawling towards my Masters' feet and even begging to sniff and lick them. Today, I was really going crazy over Master J's feet.

I've always known that a slave's place is at his Masters' feet, but I guess I've always taken that more metaphorically. However, I'm starting to literally crave them. Master J says He hopes to keep reinforcing this new development. My newfound method of worship is also giving me interesting new fantasies. I keep imagining things like being under the table and worshipping Them while They enjoy Their dinner. Or being Their footstool while They relax and watch TV.

I love that my chastity is bringing so much of this out in me. I'm getting so horny. Now I understand why so many Masters believe that slave's should be locked. It is a great training tool. A slave becomes so moldable when he is denied orgasm. I start trying to think of any ways I can get some sort of satisfaction. I think of ways to humiliate myself for my Owners. I love that I am turning into such a faggot for Them. Humiliation is a form of attention. I swear I was so horny today when I left, that I was thinking about just getting on my back and spreading my legs, begging for Master J's dick.

I'm very interested in seeing how much further this takes me. I love Master J's training style, because things happen before I realize that things are happening. Two weeks ago, I was complaining a bit about having to massage His feet, and now i'm groveling at them and begging to sniff and lick them. I begged to be allowed to massage them a bit longer tonight. What a fag...

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  1. AnonymousSeptember 13, 2018 at 3:56 PM

    Mmmm do they ever just lay you on the floor and rest their feet on your face while they relax?! Make you just lay there and breathe in their stink?

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