Foot Slave Fun, Part 3
Published on Saturday, March 29, 2003
This story was submitted by pakifootslave@yahoo.com.
To read the 1st part of this story, go to " Foot Slave Fun, Part 1".
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Just then Natasha called out from the kitchen. "Oh Zamir, would you come in here for a second?"
Zamir went into the kitchen. Natasha was standing by the counter with the top cupboard open. "Could you be a dear and help me get the salt off the top shelf? I can't reach it," she said sweetly.
"Sure," Zamir said, walking over. But at four foot ten, he was no taller than Lindsay. "I don't think I can reach it either." he said sheepishly.
"No SILLY! I want you to lie down here," she said pointing to the floor at her feet. "Then I'll be able to reach it." Zamir blushed as he got down on the floor before the teen goddess. She grinned and stepped up on his chest with her bare feet.
"This was different," Zamir thought. Though he was in pain, he has some strange feeling of enjoyment too.
Natasha saw that he did not protest. He kept standing there for five minutes. Then she said, "Okay, go now." But she has initiated her plan and now she was smiling wickedly.
Then after a while, she called Zamir and said, "Let's play, Zamir."
Zamir knew after that morning that it wouldn’t be a good idea.
"Come on. Just for a little while," she said in a voice that cut right through Zamir. He agreed. "Here boy, here boy," she said, smacking her lips in an exaggerated kissing sound as if calling a dog.
"Let's have a pillow fight," she said, throwing a pillow Zamir's way. "The first one to knock the other over wins." Then she said, "The one who loses the game will be the winners's slave." The playing began.
Natasha was laughing as she circled Zamir, smacking his head. He was too small for her and she was strong, too. Zamir was getting tired as Natasha circled him. While she was behind him, she must have kicked him in the back, and he fell to the ground.
"I won, I won!" She exclaimed jumping up and down. Suddenly, she plopped down on his stomach, knocking the wind out of Zamir.
"I won," she giggled, sitting on his stomach with her feet on either side of his head.
Natasha placed the sole of her feet inches above his face. “Kiss it!”
Zamir looked at her, and she had this regal look about
her. He was helpless to resist. He lifted his head and tried to kiss her
shoe. It was just out of reach and he couldn’t get to it with her other
foot on his chest
holding him down. Then she put her sole on his face,
and he kissed it in total supplication.
She took it away and said, "Lick it! Lick it!"
Without an ounce of self-respect left, he started licking
her feet. That day Natasha used him as her footstool and footrest while
eating and watching T.V. When Shehla come home later that night, Natasha
laughingly told her mom about the day's experience, and they both
laughed
loudly, leaving Zamir in total humiliation.
This story was submitted by pakifootslave@yahoo.com.
To read the 4th part of this story, go to "Foot Slave Fun, Part 4".
To read this author's 1st story, go to My First Experience, Part 1.
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