Footslave Humiliation

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Not even mentioned it , i have a dignity and i'll never work again for this whore - immediately tears streaming down my face. If only i could tell her it was not my fault.

She knew that those heels were out of bounds. Many times in the past she had asked to borrow them, and my answer had always been the same, ‘No’. They were my treasured pair, I’d worn them to my senior prom and they held so many memories. Tiffany knew that I would never willingly give them to her, but now things were different. She was holding all of the cards and I came to realise just how silly I had been. There was no way I could tell her what to do anymore, but still, I didn’t want to give in to her demand so easily. 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. Megan’s bathroom was a mess, after her morning shower there was water everywhere and I had to use the mop to dry the floor and after that, I started cleaning the toilet bowl.

The shoes were definitely cute on her, and she twirled on the spot to display so. Her feet came to rest side by side, and I gazed up her tanned legs beneath her skirt, catching an eyeful of her panties. She must have noticed my perversion, as she gave a jokingly stern look, raising her eyebrow and crossing her arms. I blushed in response, but allowed my eyes to linger for a few seconds, before dropping obediently to the floor in defeat. Her heels twisted against my perspiring skin, and satisfied with my grunts and groans she took a moment to further humiliate me. “You do make a good pony sis.” She laughed “Maybe I’ll come with you next time you go to the field, and I can ride you around in front of your friends. Oh, what a loser you’ve become Alison, you have your own younger sister as your mistress.”

When the tv show ended , Megan got up and left without saying a word leaving me alone , still on all fours. I remained in that position for another thirty minutes while i cried silently. It was really hotoutside that day and she has taken her high heels off to the pleasure of james who enjoyed looking at her feet. Yes.” I heard myself whisper, perking up at her question. I caught sight of her eyes as they narrowed, and I immediately knew that I had been far too eager in my response.

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She grinned with mischief at my obvious predicament, and even though she tried to hide it I could detect an underlying satisfaction. With a sigh she spoke patronisingly, teasing me with her words “So, big sister likes the smell of my little feet does she?”

My exploration of her feet was almost frantic; my nose darted from heel to toes, arch to ankle, searching for the strongest scent. Finding a particularly sweet spot, my fingers wrapped around her foot, pressing my nose into the groove beneath her toes. It was a bold move, almost foolish, but she didn’t react and it only spurred me on. The fingers of my other hand danced over my underwear as I gently started to play with myself. Then, selfishly, I slipped my panties aside and probed away, all the while taking in the aroma of her gorgeous feet. From my point of view, she wouldn’t need to. Our mother would be down the stairs at any moment if she kept talking so loudly, and all would become clear as she caught Tiffany using my face as her foot wipe. I honestly didn’t know how to react. Exactly . This pussy - and she put her foot between my legs sending me into ecstasy - is mine and i decided what goes in and what comes out - Fine” I sighed, exhaling heavily while giving in to her demand. She could have the heels. If it was a choice between her taking the heels and telling mum, there was no question which I’d prefer.

You know you’re not allowed to wear those heels, they’re special.” I countered, trying to sound as serious as possible, but failing miserably. My mouth hung open, surprised at the sheer audacity of her request. Of all the things that I was expecting her to say, I hadn’t considered anything like that. I assumed she’d scream for our mother or call me a pervert, but this was something else. It was a sign of things to come, mainly her intention to use my fetish against me. After the success of my first server, I set about creating and developing an entire network of interconnected and linked femdom servers, which today numbers around ten. This network is better known as Femdom Wiki, which is now the largest platform for listing femdom servers. If you like my feet so much then….ummm…everyday I want you on the…here… waiting, so you can take off my shoes and rest my feet on your face. I bet you’ll like that wont you missyyy. Smelly feet for Ali. Hehehe.” The words seemed to roll off her tongue as if the request was a completely normal one.