The J.F.W. Diaries, Entry 11
(Published on Saturday, March 29, 2003)
This story was submitted by John.

To read the 1st entry of John's diary, click The J.F.W. Diaries, Entry 1.

03/27/02 – Thursday Night

It was around 9:00 in the evening and She had offered Her Feet to me to worship. I hungrily accepted and got the towel ready placed a pair of shoewels on the bed. I watched as She put them on and felt my solid erection.

I was already breaking the rules of worship and it was about to get worse…

She allowed me to worship Her Big Toe and Long Toe as She propped up Her left Foot on Her right knee as She lay on the bed.

“You may suck them only.”

I sucked a little on the poppers and then made love to Her Big Toe like I hadn’t sucked it for months. Then, at Her instruction, I turned my passion to Her Long Toe. I sucked it with a demented passion for as long as She would let me.

“You may lick the Ball.”

I inhaled the bottle and gently licked along the Ball and gently touched the top of Her Foot with the tips of three of my fingers…

“I didn’t say you could do that!”

I recoiled and apologized to Her as I ached to continue.

“You better behave.”

I moved back and continued my passions on Her Ball. She pulled back and moved the other Foot into position as my head spun.

“You may have this Toe and this Toe.” She pointed to Her two Middle Toes.

“Can I touch Them so that I can make love to Them without making love to the ones I’m not allowed to love?”

“Yes.”

I gently spread the Middle Toes apart and began sucking and licking on the first one. Then, quickly, I made love to the other.

“You may now have the Heel.”

I inhaled the rush and felt all my animal lust begin to take over my mind. I knew that control was the key, but I began to loose it. Big mistake.

I licked and smelled Her Heel and inhaled more rush. I continued going back and forth between the bottle and Her succulent Heel. Then the beginning of the end began. I put the open bottle of rush up to Her Sole and gently rubbed it with part of the top. I watched in fascinating lust as the bottle top caressed Her Sole.

“Don’t do that!” I pulled it back and inhaled some more. Like a fool, I began rubbing it on Her again.

“You better stop that. Don’t get any on me…”

I continued to rub it and tipped the bottle a little to get a little on Her to smell.

“You better not…”

I was not in my right mind.

I tipped it further and some spilled upon Her shiny Sole.

“That’s it. I warned you…”

She pulled Her Foot away and sat up.

“No more for you. You better learn to obey me!”

I realized what I had done. All I could do was beg for forgiveness and to finish worshiping Them.

“No. Maybe you’ll learn from this.”

She put Her socks on and I held my cock in my hand. My head was spinning and begged a little more but to no avail.

I ached as I got off of the bed and put the towel away…