Your cock and balls are my toys – I am the Mistress

Every friend I have tells me that a good shopping session is good for my mind and it will make me feel a lot better when I’m down. I tend to think it’s only partially true, since I can’t shop forever and after all, there’s not much space left in my shoe closet. I think it’s time to do a cleanup and see what I should keep and what I should throw away.
How can I decide that? Hm… I think I’ll use my dear Slave for this. It should be more fun than any shopping spree… but how should I do this? Oh, I know. I always enjoy a little cock and balls torture with him and I don’t really care if he doesn’t. After all, he must serve my needs and this particular one represents more human touch for him than anything else.
After 10 minutes he’s at my place, I don’t get how he can travel so fast but every time I call him, he moves mountains out of place just to get here faster. It’s sweet… it almost makes me feel bad for what I’m about to do to him. Not as bad to not do it though…
-          I am here Mistress
-          Thank you Captain Obvious… now strip those clothes off, your opinion is much needed
All my shoes are aligned nicely on my bedroom floor and he looks at them with a dumb face, unable to make a connection.
-          Stand straight and spread your legs a bit…
I can see that he’s already afraid and it’s clear that I must take his mind of what’s about to come. I go to him and gently grab his balls, rubbing them and waiting for his cock to rise and start throbbing. “I want you to be as excited as I am for this” I whisper in his year. I can count his heart beats, they are so loud… but he’s enjoying this too much. I put a strong grip on the balls until a whimper comes out of him. “Hey hey, don’t get ahead of me”. I smile, just to give him a bit of confidence, but still hold the grip and even make it tighter.
-          Now Slave, you’ll help me chose what shoes to keep
He can barely see straight now but he’s still erect. I put a nice pair with short heels on and ask him what he thinks. “They are nice Mistress”. Oh, what does he know? Let’s test them out… I approach him and with a fast move I kick his balls as hard as I can, so hard that he’s in his knees now, searching for air. Uh, these are definitely worth keeping. Haven’t lost any balance, my slave is on his knees… good shoes.
-          Get up slave, we just started.
As he gets up, I can see that his erection starts to fade away and I don’t want this. I also don’t want to waste any time by making it appear each time and by know he knows what follows.
-          You do not want to please your Mistress?
-          I do Mistress… I do…
He’s trying his best to bring the erection back but he can’t. I know what I have to do! I slowly start getting my clothes off very close to him. Actually I’m so close that my skin touches him a bit and I can already see the effect. As I’m only in my bra and panties now, the effect is absolute, his cock is punching the air up, hard as a rock. This is definitely the way to go… let’s try the next pairs, but not on me.
I like light pair of shoes, so I start measuring their weight by hanging them to his manhood. One pair… two pairs… oh, he can do this. I reach 5 pairs now and I can see that they start going down. I grab his balls again and start yelling “keep them up Slave!”. As he flexes and tries hard, I put two more pairs. “Is this too heavy for you?”. I ask this with my face so close to his cock while I am on my knees that he’s going up again. So maybe I can keep these shoes, but so far I don’t have too much fun. And his manhood looks so nice that it would be a shame to let go to waste as a scale for my shoes. I must think of something more interesting to do…
I push him to the wall, take all the shoes away and turn around so he can take a good look at me and my ass (which I know he simply adores). I slowly take off my panties, again, very close to him. I feel a touch on my butt cheek, pulsating, I know what that is. Backing up slowly, still bent over, I hear him breathing erratic and trembling. Oh yea, this is fun. Right now I’m moving towards him so slowly that I know it’s a torment. It takes almost 2 minutes until his cock touches the wet opening of my pleasure zone and he’s almost moaning behind me. I reach under and grab his balls again, they are really hard but with a soft touch. I pull them hard forward, so hard that he enters in me with all his weight, making me moan loud. He must be feeling pretty good right now. I push him back to the wall with my body but I can’t allow too much fun for him. As I slowly move back and forth, looking down I can see his balls hanging there, waiting for something. Since all the shoes are on the floor, I have an idea… what if I test the strength of their base? I continue the moves for a bit, after all, this is pleasuring me intently.
-          Is this good for you slave?

-          Yes… Mistress – says with a hoarse voice.
Right in that moment I grab a shoe from the heel and with every bit of strength that my arm can produce, I slap his balls from under him so hard that I feel his cock in me like a hammer… a hammer that brings so much pleasure. Oh, so this is the game… and look, I only have about 20 pairs of shoes to try on…

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Pathetic Cuckold Is Treated Like A Dog By His Wife

You worthless Slave, get on your fours and don’t dare to look up. Yes, I know I am perfect and my luscious body makes you cum on yourself only by looking at me, but in this second you worth to me less than the carpet underneath you. Carry me on your back like an obedient donkey, I want to put a big stiff cock in my mouth while you’re watching me and wish I would treat you better. Uh, I’m so wet and horny right now, I think I’ll go as far as possible while you stay there and cry like a puppy. Don’t make a sound or I’ll put this whip through your skin so hard that it will crack it like a cheap jelly cookie and you won’t be able to look at me for a long while. I’m assuming that’s something you don’t want, do you Slave?

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My Girlfriend Invited Three Women to Torture Me Blindfolded

We’d be talking about it for weeks, now it was finally becoming a reality. Tonight, I’m going to get what my girlfriend has been dreaming of for months on end: me, tied up, helpless and tortured by three women I do not know. She met them at a fetish party she went to last Saturday, and they were more than willing to come to our cabin out in the woods to engage in some femdom fun. And what idiot signed himself up for being on the receiving end of this femdom torture? Me, of course.
6:24 p.m. – my wife instructed me to go into the bedroom and prepare myself. What this meant was for me to completely undress, put a blindfold on and lay down until further instructions were given. Around ten minutes later, a car pulled up outside and the familiar sound of doors opening and closing signaled the arrival of my wife’s guests. She greeted them with charm and invited them in. They stayed in the longue area for a good length of time while they ate food I prepared earlier and talked about sex. They were very casual about the discussion of what they were going to do, and they spoke up when mentioning specifics so that I could hear. I must have been in the position my wife told me to get in for about 30 minutes before they finally stood up and made their way to where I was. I was nervous as I heard them walk through the door, not saying a word while they assessed the situation.
Finally, the silence was broken.
“Very good!”
“Oh, yes, he’ll do!”
“This poor thing has been waiting for us all this time?”
The three women started to chat amongst themselves as my wife came over, took some handcuffs out of the drawer and clasped me firmly in place against the bed. It was at this point that there was no turning back: I was committed to experiencing whatever level of punishment and pain they wanted to dish out. I felt helpless as various objects were brought out and put down on the table. I could hear the weight of them as they hit the wooden surface – it wasn’t an appealing noise by any stretch of the imagination.
“Let’s start with some spanking, shall we? Loosen him up a bit, I reckon.” – The voice was friendly and charming, but the intention and nature behind the suggestion was anything but.
Two women shuffled either side of me, taking time to run their hands over my body as I sat propped up in a classic doggy style position. They ran their hands up and down the inside of my thighs, being extra careful in their avoidance of my shaft. Soon enough, the spanking was instigated. At first, everything was fine: I sure as hell felt the bare hands smacking my ass checks, but it in no way hurt. Of course, this temporary experience was short lived, and soon enough my buttocks were being dealt with in a very sturdy fashion.
I started to sting, and the fact that they would stop periodically to make me believe that they were finished was absolute torture. The lady on my right had a particular desire to pull her hand back and apply quick spanks, although in between some of them, she’d stop for a longer period of time to make me flinch before I was due for contact. It was hell in the cabin, and I was at the center of the fray.
When both of them had finally decided that using their hands was not enough, they pulled back to the end of the bed to locate some tools to use. During this time, the third woman approached and attached clamps to my sensitive, erect nipples. They were uncomfortable while being put on, but the reality of the pain at my rear was enough to make them negligible in comparison. Once applied, I found myself taking regular spanks from a paddle and whip – each one being used alternatively. The mixture of sensations left me stinging all over. Every inch of my body started to itch, and as endorphins rushed through my body, I became sensitive to even the minutest of touches.
Without warning, my wife jumped on the bed, positioned herself under me and started to play with my shaft. I found it impossible to maintain being hard, so a limp, damaged member was all that my wife found available for her hands. She was unsatisfied with my lack of arousal, so immediately took off the clamps and, my god. The rush and sensation that occurred when released from them was unbearable. At this moment in time, I found it hard to distinguish between pleasure and pain, but judging by the now fully erect state of my penis, it was the former.
There I was, with my wife sucking my cock and tugging on my balls while two women spanked my ass and a third flicked my nipples. Every part of my body was on fire, and soon enough I was cumming one of the most intense and deep orgasms I’ve ever had. My wife took ahold of the cum in her mouth and, once I finished after a good 15 seconds of pulsing, pulled out from underneath me and spat the contents between my ass. The feeling of it running between my legs and around my soaked balls was less than desirable.
Without saying a word, the women stopped their actions, retired to the longue and left me in the bedroom, covered in my own cum and completely oblivious to whom they were

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My wife humiliated me and fucked another man in front of me

I was at home the other week whilst my wife was at work; she left me a list of things to get done before she got home as she wouldn’t have time to do them on the evening – she just wanted to come home and relax. I took one look at the list and ticked off a couple of jobs, but there was still a fair amount to do, I couldn’t be bothered, it was my day off work so I left it for her to do when she got back – that was possibly the worst mistake I have made in this marriage.
She got home from work and she took one look at the list and realized I’ve been sat on my ass all day and have barely done anything she nicely requested, she told me to cook my own dinner and then she stormed out of the house angrily knowing I’ve taken the piss out of her by not following simple instructions. I didn’t have a clue where she went, it was getting late and I was getting slightly worried, I tried to call her cell numerous times with no success, I just couldn’t get hold of her I just assumed she went round her friend’s house and had a glass of wine or something, because she obviously couldn’t stand the sight of me.
About an hour later I heard the door go, I saw my wife come through the door and I was relieved to see that she was okay, but then I saw a big black man follow her through the door and I wondered what the hell was going on.
She came up to me and hit me across the face, for a woman that was quite petite she didn’t half hit me hard, I flew to the floor and smacked my head on the sofa arm on the way down. She got on top of me whilst this big black man held me down, she went and got some tape out the drawer and they tied me up, fully clothed and then led me down on the sofa.
I panicked so I started screaming and shouting, seconds later she put a sock in my mouth and then taped it over, I could barely breathe out of my nose as it was. Then came the real heart breaker, they both started kissing and stripping each other naked whilst I lay there hopelessly and watched my deceiving slut of a wife being taken advantage of by a big black man named Leroy, and I knew his name because my wife couldn’t stop saying it “I want your big black dick in my pussy Leroy you bad man” she whispered, but loud enough so I could hear everything she was saying.
It was like she was a changed woman all because I didn’t do a few chores around the house today. Yesterday she was the nicest housewife you could ask for and now today she is a dirty cheating whore. I really didn’t want to watch this; I was being abused by her, humiliated.
She got hold of his cock in between her mouth and she could barely fit her mouth around it, it was huge. “Wow this is so big, so much bigger than my husband’s little dick” she said in the sexiest voice ever, I felt embarrassed but I got turned on by her saying those few words, in fact I had an erection.
My wife was looking at me every time she was at the end of Leroy’s shaft, she could see it was hurting me and making me jealous “Do you want to stick that big dick in my pussy now Leroy?” she whispered whilst looking at me.
Leroy bent my wife over the other sofa and pummelled his face into her ass and was licking her pussy, she was moaning a lot, had her eyes closed through most of it and the only time she opened them was when she was looking at me. “Should have done the fucking chores you asshole!” she yelled at me. I thought to myself “she must be at this kind of shit on a daily basis because she would have to be crazy to do this in front of me for not doing the washing up” – there are other ways in life to get stuff done, you don’t have to cheat on someone in front of their own eyes – it was disgusting to watch but I was very aroused, my pants were slightly wet.
My wife continued to moan and groan pretty loudly, “You never made me moan like this did you honey?” She said to me, “It must be Leroy’s long tongue that is making me cum” she continued.
Leroy then picked my wife up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, he stuck his dick right up my wifes pussy and she loudly moaned, after abut ten minutes of fucking my wife he put her down on the sofa and then drilled her there for another ten minutes, her legs were in the air and nearly above her head “Ooooh this feels so good I could cum everywhere!” she screamed, I could tell Leroy was the type to not care about my feelings anyway, as long as he got his end away.
“Stick it in my ass Leroy, fill my ass right in!” She shouted – I couldn’t believe my ears because she was never up for anal sex with me, this was destroying me.
After fucking my wife in the ass Leroy got his coat and strolled out the door and I didn’t ever see him again, my wife being out of breath could only say “Now do as your told from now on and we won’t have any problems”

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Lick my toes Slave !!!

You know those moments when you dream something is following you and you have to run but you can’t? Or the moments you hang on from something but you feel that the power in your hands is slowly fading away and you can’t hold on anymore? Today I’m in those positions, only slightly different. The feeling is the same though…
After countless minutes of whip lashes on my bare ass, my angry Mistress takes a few seconds to walk around and I can clearly see the wheels turning in her head. I don’t know what came over her but as I’m tied up to this chair backwards, I can’t make a sound to make the matter worse. Clearly something upset her and all her anger is now flowing in punishment over me…
-          What are you looking at? – she screams at me while my eyes are fixed  in a blind spot, along with my mind that flows into an abyss of  mixed thoughts.
-          I’m not looking at anything…
Breathing hard, she keeps walking around, perhaps to let me rest for a bit or just to come up with something that will make her anger go away faster – meaning that it will throw me in an ocean of pain once again. The sound of her heels knocking the floor make me twitch with each step and I’m trying really hard to determine if she comes closer to me, each time when she’s behind.
With a swift move, she throws me on the ground, still tied up to the chair. The hard wood snaps my muscles and makes me growl a bit. She doesn’t like that and I know it because she kicks me hard with the tip of her shoes right in one of my butt cheeks. I curse the day I bought those for her…
She puts her feet around my neck and starts squeezing, as she looks deep into my eyes with a fierce and way passed of anger look. I feel the air leaving my body and having no way to come back in, as her grip gets more powerful with each second. As this is not enough, she offers me a few more swift lashes with a power that I didn’t know she has. There’s a good mix of pain now coming up my body from the red lines that the whip leaves behind and the struggle of my lungs trying to grasp a thread of air.
-          Lick my toes Slave! Lick them right now!
I try to reach them with my tongue but the grip is too strong. She lets me go a bit, perhaps realizing that I can’t do much without some freedom on my neck. I still can’t reach and every time I pull my tongue back in my mouth, a harsh whip spank reminds me that I have to try again.
-          What part of “lick my toes” you don’t get Slave?
Maybe the part where I can see the toes but it’s impossible for me to reach them… but that remark will probably cost me more than I can bare… so I try again, harder, leaving aside any wish for air.
-          This is not working… – clearly
She unties me from the chair, sits on the bed and makes me walk in my fours like a dog to her. Lifting a leg close to my face but with the same stare that makes my soul crawl in the darkest corner of my heart and tremble like a twig, says again
-          Lick my toes… suck them…
This time I know I can. I put her toes in my mouth and suck on them like it’s my first lollipop and the taste just conquered my tongue and won’t let go. Every bit of her body is sacred to me and there is nothing in my life that makes me happier than the moments when I get to enjoy touching her. Perhaps this is my reward for the pain I endured a few minutes ago. Perhaps…  As I dare look her in the eyes, I see that there is more to come, as she pulls her foot fast from my mouth, takes it away and brings it back in a fast kick that moves my jaw along with my head and shatters me on the floor.

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I have a brother named Sean, we lived  

with our 2 parents in a big 

house, in a nice area. We were like any other brother and sisters, we'd 

fight and argue like brother and sisters do. When I was about 16 I started 

noticing that my shoes were being move, was it just me? Had I moved them and 

just forgot? I decided not to say anything at the risk of looking stupid.

It was my day to collect everyone's washing from their washing baskets in 

there room. When I came to take washing from my older brother Sean (who was 

17 at the time) I found a pair of my socks in his washing basket. It seems 

obvious now but at the time I didn't put 2 and 2 together.

I didn't think much of the socks being in the washing basket, maybe it was 

just a mistake? Again I didn't want to say anything at the risk of looking 

stupid.

About 2 weeks went by and it was the school holidays, Our parents still had 

to work so we were home alone from 7:30 in the morning until 6:00 at night.

I regularly go out and today I decided to go shopping with friends of mine, 

I was wearing black flats with no socks because it was a nice day.

When I got home only my older brother Sean was home watching TV in the 

living room. I walked in, put my bags down and lay on the opposite couch 

from him. I then used my right foot to take my left shoe off and then the 

same with the right shoe.

I then said to Sean in a soft voice "my feet hurt" to which I got the usual 

response "No one cares!".

I said "I'm going for a shower, ill be a while so if someone phones tell 

them ill phone back later"

To which Sean replied "shhh I cant hear the TV" It may seem nasty but that's 

the way we were.

I then went upstairs, went into the bathroom, turned on the shower and 

realised I had forgotten the body wash I had just bought.

I went down the stairs and to my shock there was Sean kneeling on the floor 

with my shoes on the couch. I thought I'd watch for a second to see what he 

does, all of a sudden he started to smell inside my shoes, kiss them and 

eventually lick them.

I didn't know how to feel, freaked out? Disgusted? Horrified? But no my 

first thought was of how I'm going to make Sean suffer.

I still needed my body wash so I quietly walked back upstairs, then down 

again making as much noise as possible so Sean would hear me coming. When I 

entered the living room this time my shoes were back on the floor and Sean 

was on the couch as if nothing had happened.

I spent the rest of the night thinking of how I could use what I had seen 

the day before. I didn't want to just force him to do what I wanted through 

blackmail, I wanted to tease him a little first.

The next day I went out again, wearing the same shoes I had worn the day 

before (black flats with no socks) I didn't do a lot of walking but I knew 

that my feet usually smell when I don't wear socks.

When I came home, yet again my brother was watching TV but this time he was 

sitting on the floor with his back leaning on a couch, "perfect" I thought.

I lay on the couch Sean was leaning on and like the day before I said "my 

feet hurt" only to get to the same response I did last time "no one cares".

I then asked him to take my shoes off because I was too tired to do it 

myself (I wasn't really).

He just said no but I could see it was making him uncomfortable. Still 

laying on the couch I put my right foot on his lap and said "please Sean, my 

feet are really sore", It worked! He slipped my shoe right off, I could see 

how careful he was and how gently he put my shoe on the floor. I then put my 

other foot on his lap and smiled, he slipped my shoe off without me having 

to ask.

Now as you already know I just wanted to tease him for now so I took my feet 

off his lap and put them back on the couch. About 10mins later I decided to 

tease him a little more by putting feet back on his lap and asking if he 

liked my toe nails, he said he didn't know, I said "you must know if you 

like them or not?" I lifted my feet up so they were right in front of his 

face, I could smell the sweet salty smell of my sweaty feet from where I was 

sitting, I can only imagine how strong it was for him! He told me that my 

toe nails were "fine" so I put my feet back on the couch. They were sill 

next to his head and every so often I could see him look over at my feet. I 

had gotten a pedicure a few days before so my feet looked great.

Later that day me and Sean were both on separate couches watching TV, I was 

still laying there with bare feet. I asked Sean if he could get me a drink, 

as I expected he said no so I gave him the line again "but my feet are 

really sore" in a soft sad voice to which he replied "Do I look like your 

slave?, No shh then"

We both knew he dreamt of being my slave.

The next day I took every chance I got to dangle my shoes, in front of him 

and flex my toes, every time I could see him watching my feet as if he was 

in love but he was obviously too shy or embarrassed to do what I said at 

this point.

Every night I massage moisturizer into my feet, to keep them feeling soft 

and healthy. Instead of doing it on my own in the bathroom as usual, I 

decided to take it into the living room. I sat down and said to Sean 

"Massage my feet" in a sweet voice while holding the moisturiser out towards 

him, I could see it made him very uncomfortable when he replied saying "ye 

right" in a very sarcastic voice.

I had an idea "Lets play 1 game of the cards, I win you massage my feet. 

deal?" to which Sean replied "what if I win?" I agreed to clean his room if 

he won.

Sean plays cards a lot and I'd only ever beaten him once so I knew if he 

lost it was because he wanted to massage my feet.

So we played and as I thought, I won. Sean acted disappointed and said "play 

again?!?" I agreed to play again with higher stakes. This time if I won, he 

has to massage my feet every night for a week and if I lost I'd clean his 

room for a week.

Yet again I won. I handed Sean the moisturising cream, sat in the single 

chair, put my feet up on the foot stool, wiggled my toes and said "start 

rubbing!". Sean didn't say a word, he walked over in front of the foot 

stool, got on his knees and started massaging my right foot. I sat back in 

the chair and just relaxed, giving him orders every so often "harder", 

"little higher" and I let him know how good it felt by saying things like 

"that's the spot" and "That feels good".

He spent around 40mins massaging my feet without saying a word. It was a 

great massage but im sure he enjoyed it more than me!

When he was done he went back to the couch, I was enjoying it too much to 

let him stop there. Call it a power rush. I asked him to get my slippers 

(which were pink and fluffy) Sean said no, but after I told him that the 

moisturizer was still wet and that if I walked in my bare feet it would all 

come off he went to get my slippers.

When he came back I decided to humiliate him some more so I smiled and said 

"Good boy, now put them on my feet" then I wiggled toes again and without 

saying a word he put them on my feet.

I could see he was gradually becoming my slave but I still had a lot more 

teasing to do before he was completely mine. The next day I went into Sean's 

room, he was sitting in his chair with his feet up. Now usually no one can 

go into his room without being thrown out so I decided to test him. I went 

in and lay on his bed like I owned the place. Sean told me to get out so I 

quickly said "looking forward to my foot massage?" while putting my right 

leg in the air and pointing my toes to the ceiling, to which he replied "ye 

right" in a sarcastic voice.

I just lay there on his bed knowing he couldn't throw me out like usual. If 

we argued he might not get to massage my feet so he left me lying there. I 

even had the nerve to tell him to move his chair over so could get a better 

view of the TV and again without saying a word he did what he was told.

This went on for 3 more days, me teasing Sean and him massaging my feet each 

night but I wanted more.

I went into Sean's room again and like last time I lay on the bed like I 

owned the place only this time he didn't tell me to leave. I said "my backs 

sore, give me a massage?" Sean said no so I said "give me a massage now and 

ill let you off massaging my feet tonight" he always acted like he hated 

massaging my feet so he agreed and gave my back and shoulders a massage for 

around 30mins.

Later that night when it came to our usual foot massage time I sat in the 

chair and put my feet up like I did every other night and like every other 

night Sean knelt at my feet and started massaging them. He pretended to 

forget that I had said he didn't have to massage my feet that night but I 

knew he remembered, I enjoyed all the massaging so I didn't bother saying 

anything, I just smiled and let him get on with it.

It was Saturday now which meant that our bet was over and Sean no longer had 

to massage my feet. When it came to massage time I acted as though I didn't 

realise the bet was over. I sat in the seat and put my feet up then in walks 

Sean. At first I could see he wasn't sure what to do massage my feet and 

look weird or finish the bet and risk losing my feet. Sean sat on the couch 

and I could see him sneakily looking at my feet. I sat back in the chair, 

crossed my legs and flexed my toes a little. With Sean still looking at my 

feet I closed my eyes and said "my feet aren't going to massage themselves." 

as if someone had fired a gun at the start of a race Sean got down on his 

knees and started rubbing.

Now I decided to start making him serve me while he was massaging my feet. 

Cooking for me, getting me drinks and fetching me things.

After 2 days of serving me I didn't have to ask anymore, when it came to 

foot massage time Sean would have food, a drink, TV remote and a fan ready 

for me. No longer was it 40min foot massages, now they lasted 2hours 

spending 30mins on the right foot then the left, then he would repeat.

Slowly he was becoming my slave after a few days I had him doing just about 

everything for me just by saying things like "im tired, clean my room" , "my 

back hurts, Give me a massage" and "my shoes are dirty, would you clean 

them"

He always took a cloth and wipes into my room when it was time to clean my 

shoes but one day I decided to watch through the door to find that he was 

licking clean all of my shoes.

I thought this is my chance to make him my complete slave! I walked in, Sean's 

face turned bright red. I sat on the edge of my bed so Sean was at my feet 

and I said "don't forget these" putting my foot in front of his face, at the 

time I was wearing black ankle boots they weren't dirty but I wanted them 

cleaned anyway.

Still with a bright red face Sean froze so I said "well ? My boots are still 

dirty" immediately he started cleaning my boot with the wipes, I ordered him 

to stop and clean them like he cleaned all my other shoes.

This was perfect, my older brother on his knees licking my boots clean. I 

think at that moment we both knew he now belonged to me. I had him clean the 

sides and the bottoms then remove my boots to reveal my pink ankle socks. He 

rubbed my feet a little then took off the socks. I ordered him to put my 

slippers on which he did with no argument. I knew he wanted more but I love 

to tease so I left it there, I walked out of the room and as I left I told 

him to continue cleaning my shoes.

The next day I decided to take it a step further, after I got back from the 

gym Sean was waiting for me, I sat down and he knelt at my feet. Slowly he 

took my shoes off then my socks. He pulled over the foot stool and put my 

feet up, all of this without me having to ask! I told Sean my feet were 

sweaty and sore and asked him to clean then for me. He agreed, he went to 

run a bowl of hot soapy water for me.

When he got back I said I didn't want them cleaned like that, Sean paused 

for a second and asked how I would like my feet cleaned. I said "The same 

way you cleaned my shoes". Ill never forget the look of excitement on his 

face. I sat back put my right foot up to his face, he immediately started to 

lick my foot. I ordered him to move closer so I could rest my other foot on 

his back. He supported my right foot with his hands so I wouldn't get tired. 

The feeling of his tongue on the bottoms of my feet and in-between my toes 

was amazing, I loved every minute of it.

When he was finished I made him get on his hands and knees so I could use 

him as a foot stool. I then said "Ok Sean there's going to be a few changes 

around here, first of all you call me Goddess Lindsay and when I give you an 

order I want you to say 'Yes Goddess Lindsay'" to which Sean replied "Yes 

Goddess Lindsay". He then asked if he could only serve me when no one else 

was around, I agreed. He was for my entertainment no one else's.

The feeling of complete control was amazing, I now had a slave to worship me 

any time any day!

I am 19 now and Sean still serves me when ever possible. In public we are 

the typical brother and sister, but in private his sole purpose in life is 

to worship me and fulfil my every desire no matter how big or small.

At the risk of sounding greedy I now have 4 slaves, 3 male and 1 female. 

Personally I feel that having a female slave is a lot better than male. She 

could have men worship her, as could any beautiful women but instead she 

worships me like you wish you could.

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