SconnieSwitch

Love this video! Very similar to my journal post fantasy.

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Our first meeting is nothing out of the ordinary, save for the topic being discussed. I’ve had a lifelong foot fetish, I explain. I’ve always been drawn to women’s feet, especially women wearing heels and stockings. The draw is both indescribable and undeniable. It simply is. I want to be your foot slave, I finally blurt out. There, after years of keeping those thoughts walled off from everyone, I’ve said it. You ponder my comment for a moment and agree to consider my request. A week after our meeting you contact me and agree to indulge my desire. However, there are certain stipulations that I must agree to. And you want me to take some time to consider the implications before agreeing. Over the course of three days I think about your demands, weighing the pros and cons all the while knowing I would accept.

Your offer is straightforward - you will train me to be your foot slave but in exchange, I am to give up control of my orgasm. To really become enslaved, you explain, you intend on linking my orgasm to your feet. And to facilitate such a conversion, you must have complete control of when I cum. To that end, you place my cock in a chastity device, lock it, and pocket the key with the simple instructions - return next Saturday at 2pm. As I stumble out of your home and onto the street, I realize that next Saturday is a full 6 days away! That number sends a shiver down my spine. Excitement and dread fill my head. How would I handle not being able to cum for so long? Regardless, I would have to handle it. The days leading up to our next meeting seem to last forever and my focus is shot.

Finally Saturday arrives and the hours slowly pass until 2pm. I arrive as instructed. You direct me inside and as I follow you I'm quick to notice your black heels and sheer, back-seamed stockings. I see some apparatus on the floor in front of your couch. You instruct me to disrobe and lie on my back with my hands at my side. You move quickly, securing my ankles in a slightly spread eagle fashion and my wrists at my side. As you're doing this you explain that you've been wearing these stockings and heels for the past three days. My cock stiffens slightly but that is quickly subdued by the chastity device. I hear your heels on the ground as you leave the room then return with two items. The tape is used to close my mouth. The second item appears to be a wooden vice. You place it around my head, which is essentially immobilized. You sit next to me and remove my cock cage and lightly touch me. My cock springs to life, happy to be free after 6 days of confinement. You slowly remove one of your heels and slide your foot over my face, resting it on my nose. As I inhale the aroma from three days of wear, you stroke my cock. You can sense my body is eager for release but you don't want that to occur too quickly. You want the connection to be made - the aroma and feel of your feet equates to increasing sexual arousal and tension. Minutes of this teasing pass and you finally bring me to the verge of orgasm after about an hour. My eyes close but you command them to open. You want me in the hear and now, to realize exactly what is occurring. That I watch as you bring me to orgasm with your foot covering my face. With the first session complete, you send me on my way, chastity device in position, with another 5 days before our next meeting.

Our meetings continue over six months and the countless training sessions produce an unexpected result and you eagerly put me on display to show your friends. As they gather in the living room, you instruct me to disrobe and lie down on my back with my hands at my side. You nestle on to the nearby couch and remove one of you heels, revealing a stocking-clad foot encased in sheer stockings. You bring your foot toward my face and rest it there so that the ball of you foot covers my nose. Almost immediately, the training takes over. As the familiar aroma of your foot floods my nose and registers in my brain, my cock springs to life and becomes fully erect in very short order. After a few minutes of beginning this demonstration, and with my hands remaining at my side, your guests notice my breathing becoming more shallow, small pelvic thrusts causing my cock to move and the glisten of precum. As my pelvic gyrations become more pronounced your guests begin to understand what is happening – you’ve trained me to the point that I’ll orgasm merely from the smell of your feet and without any physical contact to my cock. As I finally erupt you look around the room with a very pleased smile on your face.

And still the training continued…

Sensing that I was close to fulfilling my desire and potential to be a true slave to your feet, you change training tact, focusing on quantity over quality of sessions. You decide to reduce the time between my structured releases. You understand that my mind is already enslaved and the key is to match that mental desire with physical need. Much like developing a habit, you put my body into an almost daily rhythm of orgasm – always keeping your feet as the consistent stimulus.

Finally the day comes when you test your hypothesis and the efficacy of your training strategy. Have you turned me into the ultimate foot slave? Contorted my sense of orgasm to align with that of your feet? Convinced my mind and body that your feet control me? The test you conceive is really quite elegant in it’s simplicity. You’ve already proven that the aroma of your feet can make me orgasm, absent of physical touch. Now, can I orgasm without your feet? You place me in a room, alone, only a chair to break up the white walls and carpeted floor. You don’t want to be in the same room as even the sight of your feet could be enough for me to achieve orgasm.  I begin stroking my cock, getting aroused and hard. After minutes of this I realize that it could be a while before I can make myself cum. Minutes turn to hours and I finally fall to the floor, begging gasps escaping my lips. Pleas for you to come through the door and give my what I so desire, the release that I am now incapable of taking for myself. At that exact moment I fully understand that you have fulfilled my deepest, darkest desire – to become your foot slave.