moms foot slave

Mom's footslave

I just turned 18 My mother is a very beautiful woman. She is 5'5", shoulder length brown hair, pretty fair sized breasts, a nice firm round bottom, and her best feature lovely toned legs and pretty feet and toes. My Dad died when I was very young, so I live alone with my mother. She works as a officer in a bank so she is always dressed very smartly for work. Her outfits consist of mainly form fitting expensive suit skirts..the skirts are usually very short, only a few inches below her ass. She is always wearing expensive heels as she has a vast collection of expensive clothings, shoes, belts, purses and bags as she has a eye for fashion to enhance her beautiful looks even more and to always be the center of attraction which actually works for her all the time and she always gets what she wants and Needless to say seeing her dressed like this even always gets me very hot but despite her good earnings she barely spends anything on me where as she enjoys a very lavish life style with expensive shopping for herself, spas, beauty parlours, clubs, restaurants and parties but that was always ok with me.My day starts as early as 5 a.m. to finish my morning chores which starts with washing and wax polishing from outside and cleaning from inside mom's luxury car, all the yard work, preparing mom's bed tea and breakfast then I gets ready for my school while mom enjoys her beauty sleep on extremely soft and comfortable bed in her lavish air-conditioned bedroom till late in the morning as she has no work at all to do before going to the office and I always get home from school early to finish my other chores like prepare supper for mom then washing the dishes, laundry, ironing, vacuming, cleaning the bathroom and around the house and any other work my mom has ordered me to do. I guess in my mind I now see my Mom as this beautiful Goddess, and by doing all these chores for her I guess I'm trying to signify my devotion to her and serve her as a servant and slave and also contributing by saving her money she would have paid to maid, gardner, car wash and other such expenses I even walk to my school to save bus expenses, I have given up my room converted to mom's walk in closet to accommodate safely her vast collection of expensive clothings, shoes, bags and other accessories which are even more valuable then me not only for her but I also feels so, now I live in a small covered storage area under the stairs which is used to keep all cleaning stuff I sleep on a old hard matters which hardly fits in forget about air-conditioning it even don't have a fan and just a small bulb to light which makes the place hot only after a short while so it's not of much use and I mostly have sleepless nights but I am bearing all this so that she can enjoy her luxurious and lavish lifestyle.When I get home from school, my first trip is to my Mom's walk-in closet. She probably has the biggest shoe collection in the world...hundreds of pairs...mostly dress pumps, but also all kinds of sling backs, strappy sandals..etc. I starts my work by licking the soles and heels of all her shoes like they are a holy object of worship after I'm done making every pair clean and shiny as new I get back to finish my other chores and making supper because soon my Goddess Mom will be home. One day when I had almost finished making supper my Mom came home and she was very tired It was a very hot summer day even though she drives a luxurious bmw 5 serie which off course has the most powerful air-conditioning she headed straight for the recliner and plopped herself down Today she had on a blue pin-stripped suit skirt and blue high heel pumps. The skirt was very short and tight on her beautiful ass and you could see her panty lines, what man wouldn't want to kneel and beg to worship this Goddess. Sorry, I'm getting a little carried away; back to the story. "How was your day,Mom?" I asked serving her glass of cold water "Shitty son, I've been on my feet all day." This was my golden chance. "Would you like me to give you a foot rub, Mom?" "That would be nice, son" right away I knelt before my Mom, as she sat in the recliner. I picked up both her shoe covered feet and placed them on my lap. I gently removed both her shoes I slowly started kneading my Mom's soles with my thumbs. "omg, son, that feels so wonderful now keep doing that until I ask you to stop" mom said in ordering tone and laid her head back on recliner relaxing herself completely I continued massaging her feet for a good thirty minutes. She was relaxing back on the recliner with her eyes closed, looking really comfortable. My legs were starting to feel cramp. "Mom, is it ok if I lie on my back because my legs are getting cramped?" "Sure sweetie, as long as you continue massaging my feet." I layed down on my back and rested my mom's feet on my chest as I continued massaging them. Sometimes my mom would place one of her feet on my face and playfully says "Your face would make a good footrest, son, it feels so nice and warm under my tired feet." "You can use my face as a footrest any time you want, Mom." "Ha, ha, ha, I think I'll take you up on that offer, but now I'm hungry. What have you made for supper?" "Roast beef, mom, I'll go prepare it for you." As I got up from under my mom's feet, I put the shoes back on her feet and gave a loving worshipful kiss on their toe tips. My mom looked at me with suprise in her eyes but she had a little bit of a smile. After supper and for the rest of the evening before my mom went to bed she watched tv while using my face as a footrest for her feet in shoes.The next day when I got home from school, I could hardly wait till she got home wondering if I could be that lucky again to be under my mom's feet massaging them and serving as her footrest. I had just finished all my household work and preparing supper when I heard the front door open. "I'm home sweetie, how was your day at school?" "It was ok mom, same old boring stuff,you know. How was yours?" "It was probably about as boring as yours, son. But I was looking forward to coming home to my wonderful massaging footrest." Today my mom was wearing a short red skirt and matching heels her silky smooth legs looked so gorgeous as she walked over to the recliner and sat down. I was standing by the recliner when she looked at me and pointed to the floor at her feet. I just stood there staring at my beautiful Goddess on her throne. "Well, don't just stand there like a dummy, lie down on the ground under my feet and get busy." My mom said to me in a commanding manner there was so much arrogance in the tone of her voice. Like a shot, I immediately got on my knees, lifted her shoe covered feet in my hands, and before sliding under them and lieing down, I planted a loving kiss on the toe tips of each red pump. "I'm sorry mom, I will obey more quickly next time, I promise." "You should be sorry, after all you're the one who wanted to serve as my footrest and foot massager. I shouldn't have to ask you anymore." "No mom, please, I want more than anything to be your footslave. You are so beautiful mom, to me you're a Goddess. Nothing would make me happier than to serve your Holy feet and be your footslave forever." As I said this I was passionately kissing the shoe leather on the toe tips and sides of my mom's heels. "Forever is a very long time, son, but I do like that footslave part. What's the matter, why are you only kissing the top of my shoes? What are my shoe soles not good enough for your slave lips?..ha, ha, ha" My mom then rested her heeled feet on my face and I started slavishly kissing her shoe sole bottoms. My mom kicked the side of my head very hard with the toe of her heels. "Ok, enough, now take my shoes off my feet and start massaging them "Yes, my Goddess." "Hey, I like the sound of you calling me Goddess, I think I could get used to that. *giggle*"  started massaging them after about 45 minutes of massaging and worshipping my mom's feet she told me she was hungry and wanted me to go get supper ready but first she had to get up to go to the bathroom. I told her that she could get up from the recliner and stand on my chest, thus using me as her carpet. She was thrilled at this idea and immediately got up and stood on my chest. "This is a great idea, son, now put my shoes on my feet before I go pee." "Yes, my Goddess, my pleasure." I placed the shoes on her feet while she was still standing on my chest and now she was standing on my chest with her heels on. The pain was mixed with pleasure because while my mom's heels were digging into my chest the view was fantastic, as I stared up at my beautiful Goddess in her skirt and heels I was able to catch glimpses up her beautiful silky legs, up under her short skirt to her crotch. "Are you getting a good view from down there, doormat?" "Yes, my Goddess, the view is wonderful." "Ha, ha, ha, you naughty boy, you're sneeking a peek under your mommie's skirt, aren't you." My mom started laughing at this and then while still standing on my chest lifted her foot just above my face. "Look at my shoe soles, son, they're all scuffed up." "I would be happy to clean them for you, my Holy Goddess." I then started to lick her soles with my tounge. My mom seemed very happy with this and told me to stick out my tounge as far as it would go and started taking turns wiping her shoe soles over my outstretched tounge. "This is great having a doormat that cleans my shoes. Slave, I think tomorrow you should serve as my doormat when I come home from work so you can clean my shoe soles before I come in the house." After my mom was finished having her shoe soles licked clean she walked off my body stepping lastly on my genitals, none too gently, causing me to cry out in pain at which she just laughed as she made her way to the bathroom. When she came back from bathroom she ordered me to take the shoes of her feet so as I kneeled down to take her shoes off she pulled back her right foot and kicked full force on my stomach and pointy toe of her shoe hits badly I screamed painfully and fall on the floor and heared mom giggling and then she shouted at me where are my slippers idiot, before you take off my shoes I want my slippers to be put on my feet as soon you take shoes off my feet every time got it you dumb idiot now get them right now." I some how managed to got up despite of terrible pain and rushed to mom's walk-in closet and came back with her white soft leather slippers now she was sitting comfortably on dining chair so I got down and slides gently both my hands under her shoes soles and lifted them to rest on my lap and gently removed my mom's heels from her feet and immediately puts on leather slippers on her divine feet and then served my mom supper and while she ate I lay under the table, my face serving as a footrest for her feet in slippers. The rest of the evening I served as a footrest for her feet in slippers while she watched tv.

“Don’t move little footslave!” Mom said, rubbing her feet in slippers which has very fluffy and soft leather straps and insole extreme comfortable of her divine feet but has equally hard leather soles with criss cross spikes anti slip pattern over my nose, mouth and face causing me extreme pain and burning as the spikes of sole's pattern are scratching and shredding my facial skin and flesh badly now it has start bleeding freely especially my nose is shredded very badly I was crying but I try to lay absolute move less under her feet in slippers, but it was hard, so Mom crushes my badly shredded and bleeding nose under her slippers soles I moaned awfully. Her feet in slippers were always in motion over my face! „What have I said footslave? DON’T MOVE!“ Mom shouted. „Sorry Goddess!“ I stammered. „You have to be strict educated, very strict!“ Mom scolded, „Maybe I had to take a lover to educate you! A Master for you!“ Mom said. My face was red like a tomato. Her words hurt me, but if she wants a lover… her wish was my law!

“Goddess, please let me educate very strict for you, without mercy! I know, I had to learn a lot to be your perfect slave!” I stammered with a whinny voice. Mom giggled: “I will find a Master for you, which beats the shit out of you! Hahaha!” with that cruel words mom got up standing on my chest and walks off me stepping full weight on my face crushing my nose badly again.

Few days later Mom came home from club looking sexy in golden body hugging short party dress with a handsome, strong man must be younger then mom will hardly be two or three years older than me 

“He is the new joining in the bank under me so handsome and strong hard to resist and we fall for each as we met and when I told him about you he was very excited to train you for me so This is your new Master, footslave get down!” my drunken mom yelled at me. I laid flat on the belly before her well pedicured divine feet in golden designer high heel mules which she has bought yesterday from my saved bus fees in last six months by walking to school instead, I was frightened and shamed because of the strange man.

“Lick the soles, doormat!” AT ONCE!” my Master shouted as I hesitated. Mom giggled. My Master kicks me in my face, presses me flat for Moms feet. “Lick her shoes as your life depends on it, you little footslut!” my Master shouted and put his belt from his trousers. Passionately I began to lick under Moms golden leather mules. Mom stood over me like a giantess, her mules wiping over my tongue and lips.. She giggled all the time, especially as the man beats me hard with his belt in the back. I cry out for pain. The taste of her soles was awful. Dirt, wet fluid and even a gum stacked under it. I scrap the gum with my tongue off and swallowed it. My Master put me a collar on my neck and gave the leash to my Mom.

“Crawl flat on your belly behind your Goddess, doggie boy!” Master commanded. I obey frightened. Mom giggled and put slowly one foot for the other. “Don’t forget to bark, puppy!” Mom laughed as I crawled flat behind her mules.

What a pity, Mom led me at the leash behind her and I’m barking like a dog and her lover, my Master, beat me with his belt on my back!

The first week my Master beat the shit every day really out of me. I hanged bound and gagged in the cellar at the wall and my Master beat me with a heavy whip. From time to time my Mom comes on her leather high heel mules in the cellar and brings my Master a coffee. During the Master enjoy his coffee; my Mom took a closer look to her little son, which hangs more dead than live at the cellar wall. “He looks really sweet!” she laughed and took the ball gag out of my mouth. I coughed; my eyes were full of tears. My Mom asked my master to release me as she wants her mule soles to be licked clean by me The Master comes closer and removed the chains from my arms and legs. I fell like a bag to the cellar floor in front of my mom's feet I couldn’t almost move my body was complete broken I was frighten my Master would punished me, if I not obey at once and mom says “Now lick the shoe soles clean they are dirty, from the cellar here!”

With my last force I licked the soles of my Mom's mules clean. But not to mom's satisfaction so Mom orderd me to hold my tongue out put her mule's soles over my mouth and rubbed the leather soles hard on my tongue soon my tongue starts to burn and bleed but I was so helpless there on floor I couldn't even scream in pain only managed some terrible moaning and tears from my eyes mom was giggling and enjoying my pain and torture, “sweetie If you like you can now give him the rest!” my Master offered my Mom single tail whip. Mom smiled. “love to sweetheart, his back is already a bloody mess it will be real fun to whip him now as every lash will give him enormous pain he wont be able to bear” she sneered befor taking over the whip, with that she starts whipping me hard and crushing my fingers, hands, legs and toes badly on rough cemented floor under hard leather soles of her mules giggling in sheer joy and pleasure I was crying and screaming badly, whip was all covered in my blood mom was enjoyin a lot whipping and crushing me mercilessly giggling and smiling in pleasure she stops only when she got tired by then I was a sensless piece of raw flesh, train him very well and merciless for me! He should be the most submissive and obedience son in the world!” Mom laughed, my Master hung me again bouned und ball gagged at the wall. He poured bucket cold water over my bloody back. he didn't wanted to whip me more but mom said "sweetheart I want to enjoy more of his whipping as I have started to feel sexual excitement and ecstasy out of his pain, suffering, awful moaning and screaming so remove his gag and whip him merciless as I am going to my soft and comfortable bed to get some rest and sleep and I want him to beg me for my mercy to stop his painful whipping on top of his screams and if I hear his begging for my mercy up there in my bedroom and that begging touches my heart as a mom I will ask you to stop but until then you will keep whipping him no matter what happens to him even if I falls asleep for long this unbearable pain will always remind him of his goddess mom", with that my master removed my gag and starts to whipping me and I started screaming begging my goddess mom for mercy but mom left the cellar giggling in fun and enjoyment to rest and most likely long sleep on her comfortable bed I was screaming on top of my voice as it was really unbearable pain after around half an hour or so I lost my senses but mom didn't came to end my suffering I know she must have fall asleep on her soft, fluffy and comfortable bed in air-conditioned bedroom. Later I came to know mom slipped into very deep and relaxing sleep for two hours in laps of all the comforts and luxuries and enjoying my painful screams and begging after that also mom asked my master to stop whipping me not for me but mom wants him to join her on the bed.

“In the cellar was the theory, now came the practise in the house!” my Master said to me."Get down under the table and position yourself on your stomach so that you will be able to clean soles of shoes on your Goddess divine feet with you tongue while she finish eating." Master commanded. I knowing that any word or action on his part that could be interpreted as reluctance to obey would be grounds for severe punishment. I crawled under the table and positioned myself on my belly so that my mouth was in close approximation to the shoes on feet of my Mom. I noticed that her shoes soles were particularly dirty having been walking outside. The ceramic tile of the kitchen floor felt cold everywhere that it made contact with my naked body and I knew that this was not going to be a pleasant task.

"Your Goddess want her shoes perfectly clean and don't forget to use that tongue on soles and heels also if she feels any teeth on her expensive shoes you will be subjected to further discipline by me!" my Master shouted. Mom nudged one of her shoe on her feet into my waiting mouth while resting her other foot in shoe on my back to keep me in my place by pressing her shoes sole and heel firmly between my shoulder blades. I licked and sucked using my tongue to mop the sole of her shoe it taste the bitter gritty residue as it entered my mouth. I felt revolted and sickened of such a disgusting task. I kept working my tongue around Moms expensive shoe and back down its sole until I reached the heel of her shoe and clean it as well hoping that my Goddess was being pleased by my service. Eventually Mom removed her unattended foot in shoe off my back which was her nonverbal signal that it was time to switch feet. "Enjoying your breakfast Slave?" she teased. Like the trained dog I was, he answered with a bark for yes: “Woof!” Mom giggled amused, “You have train him very well!” she laughs.. Although my tongue was very dry at this point and coated with dirt, and my mouth tasted bitter and gritty, I stepped up eagerly my cleaning effort. “Are you satisfied with his service or should I punish him?” my Master asked my Goddess. Mom smiled and giggled: “He licks well, and takes orders well too, but you know I still wants you to give him  good punishment perhaps better for the next time or just for my sheer enjoyment and pleasure” My Master at once wanted whip me, but Mom interrupted him: “No, wait…” she said, “I go soon in the city for shopping of designer clothes, shoes, bags, purses, belts for me and you and to pamper myself in spa and beauty saloon also I have to collect the ordered pairs of custom made cowgirl and cowboy boots made of pure exotic snak, alligator, iguana and soft calf skin with pointy toes and pure gold trimming all around their length as well as around the sharp high heels of my cowgirl boots and chunky heels of your cowboy boots both pairs has softest calf skin padded insole but equally hard leather soles so they will be extremely comfortable for the wearer but extremely fatal and painful for anyone comes under them or used on I can only imagine the fun and pleasure we will have torturing and tormenting my son with those boots on our superior feet as their hard pointy toes, leather soles and heels will work mercilessly on his vulnerable body breaking bones tearing flesh and skin while showing off their elegance and comforts on our lovely feet but for now you can punish him later for me while I be enjoying my shopping, pedicures, manicures and massages to relax and pamper my self you should whip him mercilessly in the cellar and I want to enjoy his screaming and begging through video call and you should not stop until I say so as when I am back home I would love to see him hanging in the cellar like a blood dripping skinless piece of raw meat more dead then alive he he he he"