Losing his manhood



Tom was 32, and his body wasn't like it used to be.  When he was in college, 
he was a huge lineman for a major college team.  He was 6'5", and then 
weighed 270 pounds, most of it muscle.  Well, he weighed 260 now, but most 
of the muscle sank over the years to where he looked a little pudgy now.  His 
wife, on the other hand, was a raving 5' 9" beauty with blonde hair and legs 
to kill for.  Tom had taught her about lifting when they were in school 
together, and she still lifted and exercised a lot.  She still didn't act like a 
goddess (though she looked like one), cooking meals and working as a 
lawyer in a good firm.  She made a lot more money than Tom did (he was a 
baseball coach for the local high school and taught science there), but they 
didn't care.  They were a happily married couple.  Until.

It all started a few years after they were married.  Tom had long been a closet 
foot-fetishist and submissive, bur he had never admitted this to Terri.  He 
would allude to it during sex or foreplay, but she never really caught on.  
Finally, one day they discussed it, and slowly Terri began to use her feet 
(beautiful size 9s with perfect toes and high arches) before sex.  This worked 
on and off for a few years, but soon, Tom wanted her to "take over" and force 
him to worship her feet every time they had sex.  He never said so, but he 
would play hard to get until she stuck her feet in his face and made him kiss 
and smell them.  Now Terri was a good woman, but she also wanted to be 
taken like a woman should be by her man, not force sex every time.  And 
why was it that he just HAD to kiss her feet EVERY time?  She finally 
brought it up once.  "Look Tom, I'd like to be made love to by you starting 
sometimes.  This is getting old, having to force you to have sex every time."
"What do you mean Terri?  I think things are fine with us.  I do start it 
sometimes."
"No you don't, Tom.  I always have to force you to worship my feet every 
time we have sex, or you won't do it.  I'm getting tired of it.  Why can't you 
make love to me like a real man?"  
This pissed Tom off, as he didn't see it coming.  "What?  I'm not a real man 
now?"
"Look  Tom, I don't want to fight about it, just think about what I said. 
okay?", said Terri, and she went to bed.

After a week, Tom felt horny, so he started to mess with Terri, but again 
played hard to get, trying to get to kiss her feet.  This time, however, Terri 
was ready.  "I'm not going to force you Tom.  If you want me, take me.  I'm 
all yours."
Tom could not get hard without kissing her feet, and he tried to get her to 
dominate him, but Terri wouldn't.  Finally, she looked at his limp dick and 
had had enough.  "You can't even get it up without me dominating you, can 
you?  You really AREN'T a real man, are you?  Okay, limp dick, I'll 
dominate you, but things will change around here.  You'll see Friday."  What 
was she talking about, wondered Tom.  It was Wednesday, so he would have 
to wait two days.  He tried to get her to explain, but she just turned over to go 
to sleep.  "Oh by the way, limpy, you sleep on the couch."  Terri said.  Tom 
became a little nervous, but excited.  At least she would do it his way.

Friday afternoon, Tom raced home.  He couldn't wait to see what Terri had in 
store for him.  As he entered the house, he saw a note.  It said "Take off all 
your clothes and kneel on the kitchen floor.  DO NOT MOVE FROM 
THERE, or you'll get nothing."  Tom did as instructed and waited for an hour 
before Terri finally got home.  He heard the click-click of her high heels on 
the tile, then saw her above him.  "Nice to see you can follow instructions, 
limpy" she said.  She got a glass of wine and sat in the living room, on Tom's 
recliner.  "Crawl in here, limpy.  Get the tape measure first."
Tom crawled in with the tape measure, and gave it to Terri.  By this time, his 
dick was hard with anticipation.   Terri took the measuring tape and grabbed 
Tom's swollen member, measuring it for the first time.  "Four and a half 
inches.  I figured.  You don't even have an average dick, do you limpy?"
"No, I guess not Mistress." Said Tom, playing along.  Terri slapped him hard 
across the face.  "You will refer to me as Goddess Terri, not Mistress.  I rule 
your world from this moment on.  I said things would change, well here you 
go.  First of all, you will be my total slave.  You will do all chores around the 
house, including laundry, cleaning, cooking, and anything else I can dream 
up.  You will perform these tasks naked, unless I say otherwise.  Also, you 
will tend to my every whim.  You will be my footboy, to worship my feet and 
the feet of any of my girl friends I may bring over.  You will not be allowed 
to fuck me with that tiny dick anymore, for as a Goddess I need big dicks to 
fill me.  I will fuck any man I want, when I want, and I will bring them here 
so you can serve them too.  Real men will fuck me, while you kneel at the 
foot of the bed and watch.  Any questions?"
Tom wasn't sure what to think.  He was angry, jealous, confused.  THIS 
wasn't what he wanted.  "I won't do that!" he blurted out.
"Then leave.  I make more than enough to support myself, and I'll file the 
divorce papers myself and take half of your salary, plus tell the judge and 
everyone else why I divorced you; because you couldn't satisfy me sexually.  
You only wanted my feet."
Tom was in a vice.  What could he do?  He didn't make enough to support 
himself, much less if Terri took half of it.  He was in trouble.
"If you accept this arrangement, sign here on this paper.  It basically states 
that if you stop performing as my slave that our marriage will be over and I 
get 2/3 of your salary.  After signing, you will remove my shoe and worship 
my bare foot.  I've had these shoes on all day, and I'll bet they smell good, 
huh?"
That did it.  Whatever he had to do, Tom had to have those feet.  As if he 
were entranced, he signed the paper, removed Terri's shoe, and put her 
beautiful foot, with deep red nail polish, to his lips.  After one kiss she took it 
away however, saying, "That's all for now footboy.  I'm going out to find me 
a stud.  I want this house spotless when I return, or I'll whip you in front of 
my new fuck-mate tonight!"   With that, she left.  

Tom began to cry.  What had he gotten into?  What would he do if Terri 
brought another man in the house?  He tried not to think about it, cleaning up 
the place.  Maybe she was just testing him to see if he would do as she said.  
She wouldn't REALLY fuck another man.  Just as he had convinced himself 
of this (at 1 AM), he heard Terri's car drive up.  He waited, naked and 
kneeling at the door, ready to have the best sex of his life.  Then they walked 
in.

Terri had on a different outfit.  She was dressed to kill, in a VERY short 
black skirt (barely covering her ass when she stood), with a VERY low cut 
top, revealing all of her cleavage, and 5" "fuck-me pumps", as Tom liked to 
call them.  Behind her, grabbing her crotch, was a large black man, about 
6'4" and 250 pounds of rock solid muscle.  "Footboy, this is Jerome.  Jerome 
works out at the gym, and has been trying to get in my pants for the past two 
years.  I never let him, though I often fantasized about him fucking me, but 
when I saw him tonight, I knew he was the one for me.  Oh yeah, and I 
measured his dick!  Guess what footboy?  Nine inches of thick black cock, all 
for your wife's pussy to eat up!  Show him, Jerome."  Jerome unzipped his 
pants, and out dropped the biggest dick Tom had ever seen.  As if that wasn't 
enough, he felt a kick to his groin. Making him fall face first at Terri's feet.  
"You are SUPPOSED to greet me by kissing my feet!  Now your face is in 
the right place!" Terri laughed, and grabbed Jerome's dick, pulling him to 
her.  "Come on lover, I want a real man."  She turned to him, and they began 
kissing right on top of Tom, who was still recovering from the kick to his 
nuts.  Terri nudged him with her foot, and Tom started kissing it as she 
tongued the black stud above him.  The lovers moved to the couch, and they 
removed their clothes.  Terri began sucking Jerome off, and his dick grew 
even more.  Tom watched from across the room, until Terri stopped and 
motioned him over.  He crawled to where they were.  "Limpy, do you see 
how insignificant you are to me now?  You wanted to be my slave, well now 
you've got it!  Come here.  I want you to suck Jerome's dick, just like I did.  
Suck the dick that will fuck your wife!"  Tom had reached his limit.  He 
would NOT go gay for anyone.  "I'm outta here."  He said, and rose to leave, 
but was quickly subdued by the powerful Jerome.  "I think you ought to do 
what your Goddess tells you, cocksucker!"  With that, he pinned Tom down, 
holding his hands with one of his, and forced his mammoth cock in Tom's 
mouth.  He began fucking Tom's mouth, and Tom sucked him, tears rolling 
down his cheeks.  He was a foot worshipping, cock-sucking slave.  His life 
was over.  Jerome removed his dick when he had had enough and began 
slapping Tom in the face with it.  "Look at it boy.  Lick the shaft.  Kiss the 
head.  This is going in your wife's cunt boy, and there isn't a damn thing you 
can do about it.  You will address me as Master Jerome, and you will be my 
bitch.  Got it?  If so, kiss your master's dick."  Tom had no choice.  He kissed 
his master's dick on the huge head.  Jerome then had him lick his balls, then 
let him up.  "Into the bedroom, bitch."  He told Tom.  Terri went with them, 
and was shrieking with desire.  She lay down and spread her legs wide, ready 
for the fucking of her life.  Jerome brought Tom to the bed and made him 
grab his cock.  "Stick it in Goddess Terri's pussy.  Put my dick in there, 
bitch."  He said.  Tom did as instructed and knelt at the foot of the bed, 
watching his wife cum time and again.  "What a man!  What a cock!  Look at 
him fuck me, footboy!  You could never do this!  Oooohhhh, he's fucking me 
so good!  Kiss my foot while Jerome fucks me!  Worship your goddess while 
she fucks a real man!!"  
Tom kissed and licked her foot, trying to keep up with it as Terri moved 
around during the fuck.  Finally, Jerome came inside her (causing her 6th 
orgasm), and they collapsed in a heap on the bed.  Tom was still licking 
Terri's feet, when she said, "Go get us some drinks, footboy."  Tom fetched 
two glasses of wine, then knelt before them and gave them their drinks.  
"Suck Jerome until he gets hard again, footboy.  I want him again."  Tom 
went down on his master again, getting him hard, then put his master's dick 
in his goddess's pussy.  He again licked at Terri's feet as they fucked.  He 
was totally theirs now.  Jerome soon moved in, and Tom was his bitch and 
her footboy.