Foot Boy
By A.J. Brown
Martin learns how to be a foot slave


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Martin looked down the sand at the woman's perfect feet with the clear ocean
water behind them. She wore red toenail polish and her feet looked so smooth
and soft, even despite the tattoo that she had covering the majority of her
lower left leg. He was trying to build up the courage to do this. He only
lived once, right? What was the worst that she could do? Tell him to leave?
What if she had a boyfriend that was nearby? As long as he was friendly,
polite, and seemed genuine, not too creepy, it was unlikely this woman would
completely flip out on him, even if she wasn't interested, but a boyfriend
might not see things the same way.

He drowned all of his paranoias out of his head. He had a lot more to gain
here than he had to lose. He just had to prepare himself for the possibility
of being extremely humiliated. It wouldn't be the end of the world if that
happened. Unless he started to stutter or mumble and she couldn't understand
him, then the whole thing could get awkward in a hurry. Stop thinking about
that. Just get up and do it, if she's not interested, say you understand, and
walk away. No big deal.

He approached her and even when his shadow was hovering over her, she did not
look up at him. Just one more thing to make this a bit tougher.

"Excuse me," he said as politely as he could.

She initially didn't respond at all, just making this that much worse. But
then without moving her body, she turned her head to look up at him. Her
eyebrows raised above the sunglasses she was wearing with a suspicious
curiosity. Her face looked bitchy but still very attractive.

"Feel free to say No," he said to her. "But would you mind if I took a few
pictures of your feet?"

**

Martin had tried his best to prepare for it but when the alarm went off at
5:45 AM it felt like it was piercing his ears. He got up off of the floor and
saw the blanket covering Miss Tamara's body from just under her shoulders to
halfway down her lower leg, making about half of her left leg tattoo visible.
He looked at those beautiful feet of hers in the bed and he was no longer
bothered by the fact that he was awake almost two hours before he was used to
getting up. Miss Tamara's eyes were squinting as she started to get up.

"Down there," she said and she pointed to the floor in front of the chair that
was next to her bed.

She lifted the blanket off of her and slowly got up. He watched her 34C
breasts jiggle around underneath the tank top she was wearing as she started
to get up and looked at the sleeve tattoo she had on her upper right arm. She
picked her phone up off of the end table and had a seat in the chair.

Martin got on his knees at her feet and she paid no attention to him doing so
as she just started playing on her phone. He took her right foot in his hands,
brought it towards his face, and inhaled the scent of it. It was a much better
aroma than coffee to start his day. He began massaging her foot and he looked
up at her to see if she looked like she enjoyed that. She showed no reaction
as she looked interested in whatever she had going on her phone, paying no
mind to what he was doing.

He brought his mouth close to her heel. She had told him that he needed to
'worship' her feet and he was afraid to ask exactly what that entailed for
fear that he wouldn't be able to do it if he irritated her. Could he use his
mouth? Starting with a kiss was probably the best way to find out. He gave her
a gentle peck on her somewhat rough heel. It felt amazing and when he looked
up to see if she approved or disapproved there was still no reaction. She just
continued to look at her phone.

He kissed up her foot, feeling its sweetness against his lips. He had already
forgotten how early he was up, as this was far better than sleep. He kissed
the ball of her foot then the bottom of each of her sexy toes. He started to
nibble on her arch a bit. Still no reaction. He touched his tongue to her
heel, ran it up the arch of her foot, then up that dominant ball of her foot.
Her foot shivered just a little bit when he did so but that was the only
reaction she had.

Now feeling much more comfortable with what he'd been allowed to do, he gently
set her one foot down, and picked up the other one almost like it was his toy.
She didn't seem to mind and he took a much bigger inhale of this foot. He was
far more into his worshipping of this one as he rubbed it more vigorously,
kissed it more passionately, and licked harder to get a much better taste of
it as it rubbed against his tongue. When he looked up at her, she was still
looking closely at her phone but he could see that she had cracked a bit of a
smile. He was making her happy. That made him happy and he licked her feet
some more.

"I should probably get ready for work," he said after spending a wonderful
half hour worshipping her feet. He feared that she may tell him that he was
not done yet. That he had to worship her feet some more and just be late for
work. That was well within her right to do. Instead she pulled her feet away
from him and set them on the floor without looking at him.

"You go," she said to him while still looking at her phone. "I need you to
make money."

**

He had sent her one text over an hour ago that she hadn't responded to and he
knew he better not send another one. Her time was more important than his and
she'd be back when she got back. But it was now close to midnight. Worshipping
her feet first thing in the morning had been a wonderful start to his day but
after a couple of hours of work the early rise started to catch up with him
quickly. He was ineffective at work most of the day and just thinking about
getting to bed. He had hoped to get to bed early, get a solid 8 hours, and
start the next day fresh worshipping Miss Tamara's feet even better than the
morning before. Now all he was thinking about was getting to bed.

12 o'clock hit. This was ridiculous, he needed to get to bed. He was turning
30-years-old in a couple of months and he needed his rest. She was only 24 so
maybe she didn't understand when you get older you need to sleep. He had
promised to obey and respect her but he couldn't wait up all night for her. He
was in his pajamas and his teeth were brushed. As he got up off of the couch
to go sleep on the floor he heard a car door close just outside. He froze and
felt afraid. Why did he fear her? The front door opened and she walked in. He
didn't dare question why she was home so late and why she didn't respond to
him. And she was looking at him sternly as if he had done something wrong.

"Forgetting something, Foot Boy?" she said to him.

He walked over to her as she stood there looking at him impatiently. Being her
foot boy after midnight when he was exhausted had a lot less appeal than it
normally did. He stood in front of her, only about an inch taller than her. He
got on his knees and took off the wedges she was wearing. He kissed each foot.

"Don't forget that again," she said. "Now let's go upstairs. My feet are eager
to be worshipped."

"What if we make a deal?" he said. "I'm exhausted. Just let me get to bed and
I'll do an extra good job worshipping your feet in the morning. I'll give them
the best day they can imagine."

He looked up at her, saw the displeased look on her face, and felt certain she
was going to hit him.

"It doesn't matter how tired you are," she said. "My feet need to be
worshipped every morning when you wake up and every night before I go to bed."

He wasn't ready for it when he felt her yank on his hair and pull him to his
feet. He knew that she liked inflicting pain. And he knew she would if he
disobeyed. He didn't feel like he was disobeying. But the pain from what she
had just done made him think better off questioning her. He followed her to
her room. This time she didn't look at her phone when he worshipped her feet.
She was looking directly at him as if she was waiting for him to stop so she
could hurt him again. It was tough for him to give her feet the same level of
treatment he had that morning. Especially since this time she kept him longer,
having him worship her feet until after 1:30. The next morning was even
rougher, worshipping her feet on about four hours of sleep.

**

At least when he got home after work that day, he saw Miss Tamara sitting on a
chair in front of the house, so he hoped he would be able to get his nightly
foot worshipping done nice and early so he could get some rest. She was
reading a book and showed no reaction when his car pulled in. He got out of
the car, walked over to her, got on his knees, and gave her a kiss on each
foot.

"Give me some cash," she said, as she turned the page of her book, and didn't
look at him. "I'm going to go shopping tonight."

"I don't have any on me."

She looked down, raised her sunglasses, and looked at him with disapproval.
Her eyes really intimidated him.

"Then go get some."

He started to feel impatient with her. She also looked impatient with him. It
was a battle of the minds. He was the foot slave but he was starting to think
he didn't want to give up too much control to her. "How much do you need?"

"ATMs let you take three hundred every day, right?" she said. "That sounds
good."

"Three hundred for one day? That's a lot of money."

She looked angry now. Did she have no respect for his money? For how hard he
worked? "You're a FOOT BOY," she said to him so sternly that he felt like he
had been smacked in the face and his eyes started to water up. "Foot boys have
nothing they need to spend their money on. So you can spend yours on me. Go
now and come back quick so I have time before the stores close. They don't
stay open late like they used to. Once I leave, look around online for a
coffee maker for me. You'll purchase that for me separately from the three
hundred dollars you're getting for me of course." He looked at her speechless.
"Go!" she said, and he did.

**

He lay on the floor in the dark around 11:30 pm after giving her feet a good
worshipping. His body was exhausted but he was getting used to the lack of
sleep and he didn't feel as tired as he had the previous night. Now he just
felt horny more than anything. The lights were out. He stuck his hand down his
pants and put it around his cock. He started to stroke himself, thinking about
those wonderful, wonderful feet he had been worshipping and how having the
right to do this made everything else she was putting him through worth it.

The light in the room went on suddenly. His instinct was to quickly pull his
hand out of his pants but Miss Tamara was sitting up and looking down at him
before he knew what was going on. He was caught and he would have looked silly
pulling it out at this point, though he realized that wouldn't be much sillier
than he already looked.

"What are you doing??" she said to him.

"I'm sorry," he said. "It's just ... your feet."

She looked at him with disapproval. "You didn't ask my permission. I decide
when and if you get to cum. Now get your hand out of your pants, now!" He
could feel his cock growing in his hand as she looked down at him now with
anger and he feared he may cum anyway. He quickly pulled his hand out of his
shorts, feeling ashamed, as if he was a dog getting caught stealing some of
the extra human food.

"You're here to please ME," she said, still firmly, but now calmer as she
watched him obey everything she said. "My orgasms come first. I want you to
nibble on the bottom of my feet."

That sounded exciting to him, but almost too exciting, as his cock felt like
it was going to explode and cumming before she did was about the worst thing
that could have happened to him at that moment. He looked at the sexy,
dominant, bottom part of her foot. He moved his face closer and began to
nibble.

The skin of it felt amazing between her teeth as his teeth stretched the skin
from the bottom of her foot as much as they could. He was breathing in the
smell of the bottom of them as he bit them. He felt his cock filling with cum
even more and was trying his best to control his mind despite the smell,
feeling, and taste of her feet exciting him more and more. It took all of his
power not to jerk off at that moment especially knowing that the moment he
touched himself he would most likely cum. She started to moan with pleasure
which just added to his own excitement.

"Alright, move in closer!" she said as she moaned loudly and she took the
bottom of her foot, grabbed the back of his head with it, and pulled it
towards her crotch. "Eat me out, I need to cum. Do as good a job of it as you
do with my feet!"

For the first time, he felt genuinely like he was an equal to her at that
moment as she sounded horny for him, and only just a little bit bossy, no more
than any other woman he had ever had a relationship with. He moved in closer,
pulled down her shorts, and pulled down her thong. He put his face into her
well-shaven pussy and began doing as she asked.

"Oh yeah!" she said and he knew he was doing a better job of this than he ever
had for a woman before. "Yes, work that pathetic mouth of yours, show me
you're good for something, Foot Boy!"

He was quickly starting to feel less like an equal but he was still happy to
be pleasing his mistress so he continued to work hard. She moaned louder and
even squealed a bit, which motivated him to do an even better job despite the
fact that he didn't enjoy this nearly as much as he did worshipping her feet.
She took the bottoms of her feet and began rubbing them up and down his arms.
Now he was in paradise. He needed to cum badly. As she got more excited and
moaned even louder and more high-pitched, he feet rubbed up and down his arms
more. He felt like he might explode just from that.

"Oh fuck yeah!" she yelled loudly. "I got a foot boy that knows how to please
a woman. I'm so lucky! Work faster, Foot Boy! Yeah, I'm cumming. FUCK - YEAH!"

She screamed and then she pushed his face away from her with the bottom of her
foot, signaling that she was done. He looked at how pleased she looked with
nothing on below the waist as he kneeled there, still tasting her. He still
felt like he was going to explode.

"Good job, foot boy!" she said. "Do you want to cum now?"

"Yea," he said. He was panting as he said it and he thought that he sounded
like some dog in a cartoon that also talks as the word came out. Under any
other circumstance he would have been quite humiliated at that moment.

"Tough shit," she said. "I'm not going to let you tonight. Go to sleep. You
need to get some rest so you can do a good job worshipping my feet in the
morning."

She pushed his forehead with her foot, hard enough to knock him over. He
looked up and watched her pulled her shorts back up, and then lay down to go
to sleep as if he wasn't even there. He lay down and still felt like he was
going to explode. He thought about jerking off anyway, but what if she found
out? He couldn't risk it. He lay down, but he had a tough time sleeping that
night.

**

And that lack of sleep made worshipping her feet the next morning that much
more difficult. It was still pleasurable as he licked, sucked, kissed, and
nibbled on them some more but he had never really lost his erection from the
previous night and that combined with the lack of sleep was making it
difficult.

She pushed his forehead hard with her foot again which knocked him back on the
floor. Why was he letting her treat him like this? He was going to have to go
to work on little sleep, with an erection that he couldn't get rid of, and he
knew he wouldn't be able to get the thought of those damn sexy feet of hers
out of his head. They were on his mind all of the time now. And for what? So
he could go earn money to spend on her. He started to wonder if ...

He felt her toes curl up around the waistband of his shorts on each side and
begin to pull them down. His erection pushed right up through his boxer
shorts. If there was one thing about Miss Tamara it was that things that
normally would have mortified him in front of any other woman seemed natural
around her.

She pushed the bottom of her foot into his balls which hurt. It also excited
him at the same time which he feared would just work against him even more. He
knew that if he displeased her that his balls would get beat and it seemed
like this was going to be the first time. Whatever he wanted to do, it was
going to have to wait, because she could crush his balls if he just made one
wrong move.

As he foot slowly pushed into his balls harder, he felt the two biggest toes
on her other foot wrap around his cock and begin to stroke it. Her foot pushed
into his balls more. If she didn't want him to cum there was nothing he was
going to be able to do about it now so he would just have to deal with the
consequences.

Her foot pushed into his balls more and her toes stroked his cock more
rapidly. He was completely at her mercy now and the pain of what she was doing
to his balls was just adding to his excitement. He was now the one that let
out a loud moan as her toes gripped his cock tightly, stroked it, and he felt
all of that buildup dating back to the previous night release. He had never
felt anything like it.

He clenched his teeth as he was totally prepared for her to just drive her
foot into his balls, but instead, she pulled it away. He still lay there
tensed up and clenching as he thought her foot was going to drive into his
balls at any second. When that didn't happen, he slowly sat up and saw her
looking down at him smiling.

"I told you I decide when you cum," she said to him with a smile. "That's what
you get for being such a good little foot boy. Now clean up your mess and get
dressed so you can do to work."

**

A few days later, he was walking a few feet behind her in the mall as he
carried two bags in each hand of clothes that he had bought for her. Days like
this were when he wondered why he was doing this. Literally every part of his
paycheck that was not being used towards his essentials was being used to
pamper her. On top of that, he had to be humiliated in public now, walking
behind her as she walked ahead of him, talking to someone on her phone like he
didn't exist, as he slaved to carry her things that he had paid for.

Walking towards them was a cute brunette, tan smooth skin, a tight top that
showed off her perky breasts, and a short skirt. The brunette walked by Miss
Tamara and then smiled at Martin. He smiled back and then couldn't help
himself. He had to have a peek. He looked ahead once to see Miss Tamara
looking straight ahead, very involved in her phone conversation. He made like
he was looking at the ground to make sure the bags weren't dragging and snuck
a peek at the brunette's feet.

Just as he expected, they were incredibly sexy. She wore nice sandals and her
feet were nice and tan like the rest of her skin. They were smooth and she
wore a dark red toenail polish. They were amazing, but he noticed her feet did
not excite him the way his goddess's did. No feet could compare to Miss
Tamara's feet and seeing them was a reminder of how lucky he was. He looked
away from the brunette's feet as she walked away. When he looked back up, he
almost dropped all of the bags he was holding as his arms completely tensed
up, then started to shake uncontrollably. Miss Tamara was looking at him, her
eyes frowning, and her lips tightly together. She did not look happy. What
could he say? She knew what he was doing. Without her saying anything, he
couldn't even defend himself without making himself look guiltier. They stood
there in a stare down in the middle of the mall with many people walking by
for what seemed like forever. He was extremely grateful when she turned
forward and started to walk again. He was glad to be walking behind her now.

**

"Take off your clothes and lie down," Miss Tamara said to him once they were
back home in the bedroom after an awkward and silent rest of the time at the
mall and drive home.

He had just bought her a bunch of clothes, so it looked like he was going to
get to cum again. It wasn't cheap but it was well worth it. He lay on his
back, naked, with his hard cock sticking straight up, waiting for his reward.
When he looked up and saw her standing straight up above him holding a riding
crop he got nervous.

"You are never to glance at another woman's feet," she said to him as she
smacked her own hand with the tool. He could feel the nervous tingles in his
balls.

"I ... " he started to say. Oh, why didn't he think of a story on the way
home? He had so much time. How could he be so stupid? "At the mall?"

She held her arm above his crotch area, lifted her arm a bit, and then whipped
his ball sack with the tool. It hurt on the outside and hurt more on the
inside of his balls. And he knew she could do a lot worse than that.

"Don't play coy, foot boy."

"I wasn't trying to look at them." He couldn't believe how scared he felt. He
had entered into this arrangement to her for pleasure, not fear. Completely
naked and with her holding that slapper thing so close to him he didn't really
have the option to just get up and walk away right then. "I thought your bags
were dragging on the ground and I just looked down to check. She walked by me
at the same time. That's all it was."

He wondered if he should say more and she just stared down at him like she was
going to give him as much time as he needed to finish but be judging every
word he said. When it was clear that he was done, this time she came in
underhand, and gave his balls a much harder slap with the device. The pain was
worse, his teeth clenched, his eyes closed a bit, and he started to sweat.

"The bags were dragging? That's what you expect me to believe?" It seemed like
she was getting herself riled up as she said it out loud. She whipped his
balls harder. He couldn't take much more of this. "How high off the ground
were those bags? And this just happened to happen right when a hot girl was
walking by, right at the exact time you were able to look at her feet?" She
whipped his balls harder. He thought she might make him pass out. That
actually seemed preferable to what he may be about to go through. "You were
peeking at her feet. Even if you were to look at another woman's feet by
accident in a different circumstance you would still get your balls beat for
it. My feet are perfect and should be easily enough for you to look at."

He opened his mouth to tell her that he agreed with her, but before any words
could come out, she hit him with the slapper right in the center of his balls.
She did it so hard that he felt a little vomit coming up and he closed his
mouth just in time to prevent it from coming out. Then she smacked his balls
again. The pain was unbearable. Studies said that men are supposedly stronger
than women but he didn't see how that was really the case when he had this
extremely weak part of his body that she did not. She whipped his balls again.
They felt so vulnerable, so weak. His legs started to shake. She whipped them
again. He started to sob. After the next whip he started crying. He wanted to
beg her to stop, to promise her that he would never, never look at another
woman's feet but she kept whipping him more before any more words could come
out. He just wanted her to stop, for all of this to be over with, but the
slaps kept coming as he cried with the unpleasant pain.

Finally he was given a break but the pain actually started to sink in worse
then for whatever reason. He started to pant and then cry loudly, still not
able to get any words out although he was trying. It was initially a feeling
of shock when her bare foot came forward and kicked him right in the balls.
After a few seconds as his mind was able to figure out what happened was when
the pain kicked in. He felt so much pain in his balls that he wanted to scream
but his stomach hurt too badly for anything to come out. The pain was shooting
throughout his body like nothing else he had ever felt. He felt like he was
going to vomit and pass out and he just wondered which would happen first. He
started gagging and spit up a bunch, feeling certain that if he had any food
in his stomach it would have come up then, but he didn't.

Finally he started to cry as he lay there feeling weak, pathetic, and
helpless. She had taught him a lesson he would never forget and that that
point he hadn't even realized that it wasn't over yet. It was a few seconds
later when he felt her kick him in the balls again and this was one was the
doozy. All he could see was black and the pain he felt in every part of his
body he wouldn't have wished on his worst enemy. He just wanted to pass out as
that was his only escape from this torture but that wasn't happening. He just
lay there feeling the pain, feeling the feeling of needing to vomit but not
being able to, feeling helpless that he had no chance of stopping her if she
decided to do this again, feeling like he was hurting too badly to even beg
her to stop. He couldn't see and he could barely hear.

"Any time you glance at another woman's feet, even by accident, you are going
to get your balls beaten for it," he was able to hear her say before she
walked away. She let him lie there alone, sobbing, unable to do anything,
other than endure the pain.

**

Martin had to assume that when they were back shopping at the mall the next
day for more clothes for her that it was a combination of more punishment for
what he had done the day before as well as a test. As they walked through the
mall and he kept his head straight up, his eyes looking directly ahead, he
thought about how she had trained him to do this, and thought about the
control she had over him. It was as if she was making him into her puppet.

"Hey Martin!" he heard a female voice say.

He turned to his right to see it was his 25-year-old coworker, Joanie Baird.
If Martin were to grade all of the women he knew on a combination of being hot
and also friendly, Joanie had to be at the top. As she walked towards him with
a smile, he couldn't bring himself to just walk away from her, even with Miss
Tamara right there, but she was sure not to look anywhere near her feet.

"What's going on?" Joanie said to him. He had been walking far enough behind
Miss Tamara that Joanie probably didn't know they were together. But he could
see his Mistress watching him out of the corner of his eye.

"Nothing, just shopping," he said. Joanie looked down at the Victoria's Secret
bag in his hand. He watched her actually look in to peak at the lingerie that
was in there. He could feel himself blush.

"Never knew you had a special lady in your life," she said, actually speaking
a bit suspiciously.

"Something like that," he said, almost in a mumble, and he feared she'd ask
him to repeat himself.

"You better ... " she began until she was interrupted.

"Come on, foot boy," Miss Tamara then called to him. "Don't keep me waiting."

He could feel his face getting redder than it ever had. He looked at the look
on Joanie's face. The normally friendly smile was gone and she looked like a
girl who had complete disrespect for him.

"Foot boy, come on!" Miss Tamara called to him and he never wanted to punch
her more than he did at that moment. "Say goodbye to your friend, you have
more shopping to do for me."

"Catch you at work, foot boy," Joanie said to him with amusement.

Joanie walked away. Martin stood there in disbelief. He looked at Miss Tamara
looking at him impatiently. Did she had any idea what she had just done? Being
humiliated in front of his good looking friend was only the beginning of this.
He had to work with her. She could talk to other coworkers. All of the
employees there liked talking to Joanie.

"We need to go, now," he said to Miss Tamara with a bossy tone when he caught
up to her. She looked ahead and started to walk. She didn't call him out on
him disrespecting her like he thought she would but she didn't look the least
bit bothered by it either.

"No, we are not done yet. You have a lot of shopping to do for me to make up
for your bad behavior yesterday."

"What are you doing calling me that? In front of other people? Let's keep this
private, huh?"

She stopped in her tracks and looked him right in the eyes, her stare
paralyzing him. No matter how angry she made him that stare now humbled him.
He felt tingling in his balls as he remembered what she had done to him to
punish him. Of course he didn't have to let her do that. Did he?

"You will ONLY be addressed by me as 'foot boy'. Your regular name is for
everyone else to call you. Now shut up and start walking before I call her
back and tell her why."

**

As Martin looked at the TV and saw the way the world was falling apart, it
reminded him of one of the reasons he slaved for Miss Tamara. The high gas
prices, the inflation, the people fighting with each other over every last
thing. At least being a foot boy was an escape from all of that. That was what
he was in this world. A foot boy.

"Fox News, what are you doing watching this?" He had thought Miss Tamara was
outside running and he was so involved in what was going on, on the TV that he
didn't even hear her come in the room so she startled him. "If I catch you
watching this junk again I'll take away all of your TV privileges."

"I'm sorry, Miss Tamara," he said. "Was just trying to catch up on what's
going on in the world. Educate myself, ya know? I'll put on CNN if you prefer
them, it's all of the same bad news."

He reached for the remote and she gave the top of his hand a hard slap. He
gave her a dirty look but she was focused on the remote as she picked it up
and turned off the TV entirely.

"CNN is garbage too," she said. "All of it is. These news stations aren't here
to get you caught up on the world, they are here to brainwash you, turn you
against people, and make you ungrateful for our wonderful country. I don't
ever want to find you watching this garbage again. I'll let you rub my feet
now to distract you from what you just watched but if I catch you watching
this shit again there will be consequences."

She had a seat on the couch next to the recliner he was sitting on. She pulled
off her running shoes and as she peeled off her tight bright white socks, he
could tell her feet were sweaty. She kicked out her legs in the tight black
workout pants she had on and rested her bare, sweaty feet right on the
opposite cushion of the couch for him to come and rub.

**

Pushing a large cart of groceries to the car as he walked behind Miss Tamara
in the parking lot was almost more humiliating than walking behind her
carrying bags of clothes for her in the mall, especially due to the large
volume of people that were here, and the fact that this store was much closer
to home where he was more likely to run into someone he knew. He offered to go
to the store by himself but she insisted to come along as she didn't trust him
not sot screw it up.

"Hey Martin," he heard a familiar female voice say.

Once he looked and saw it was Joanie, it immediately hit him that it had been
her voice. Of course the odds of her seeing him once again when he was with
Miss Tamara had to strike him. She hadn't spoken to him at work since the last
time he ran into her but at least it didn't seem like she had told anyone what
she heard Miss Tamara call him.

"Hi," he said. He quickly looked ahead to look away from her and saw Miss
Tamara observing.

"Foot Boy, be polite," Miss Tamara said to him. He looked at Miss Tamara with
disgust. There was nothing he could do or say right then that would make this
situation better.

"Hi Joanie," he said, just wanting this to be over.

"I'm sorry for my foot boy," Miss Tamara said to Joanie. What was she doing?
He had never even considered the possibility of these two actually interacting
under any circumstances. It couldn't happen, yet it was starting to happen.
"He lacks manners sometimes. He's a great little foot boy, but not always the
smartest."

Joanie just chuckled and rolled her eyes.

"He slaves over my feet," Miss Tamara said as Martin's nightmare continued to
unfold. "You want to see him do it right here?"

"Sure," Joanie said. Martin was not expecting that. He was fully prepared for
Joanie to humiliate him at work about this but he had felt more than certain
that once she heard that offer she would decline, walk away, and this would be
over with for the time being. But it appeared to be just beginning.

"OK Foot Boy, get down on the ground and worship my feet."

He was still in shock as he watched Miss Tamara actually sit down in the
parking lot and start taking off the wedges that she was wearing. She kicked
out her legs and her heels rested on the parking lot, her bare feet waiting
for him. Should he just walk away right now? Was it at the point where the
damage was already done? He looked back at Joanie.

"You better do what she says," Joanie said to him. She smiled as she said it
but he sensed a bit of a threat in her voice. If he just walked away, the two
of them could talk. Miss Tamara could tell her whatever she wanted at that
point. Joanie could then tell anyone whatever she was told.

He got down on his knees, looking at Miss Tamara looking at him with
satisfaction, and then he looked back up at Joanie who looked quite amused as
to what she was learning about her coworker's private life. He licked up the
bottom of Miss Tamara's foot and then proceeded to put on quite the show for
Joanie, as well as anyone else that happened to walk by.

**

"What's the matter with you?" he yelled once they were in the car and he
punched the passenger's side window as Miss Tamara drove, unfazed by it. "That
was my coworker!"

"I know who she was. I heard her say she'd catch you at work last time."

"OK, well you can't be doing shit like that in front of my coworkers!"

"Stop your complaining. If you're humiliated about being my foot boy that is
your own problem."

"That was my COWORKER. I WORK with that woman. It's not just about me being
embarrassed. She could tell my coworkers about that."

"So?"

"SO! I could get fired."

"You're not going to get fired for what you do in your private life. If they
do that you could slap a lawsuit on them so fast. Companies can't do that,
especially not these days. If she went and tried going to your HR department
about that she'd be more likely to get fired for butting in your personal
business." She continued to blow his mind.

"Look, she could tell plenty of other coworkers about it and ... "

"And what? You'd be humiliated? Tough. You're a foot boy, what do you expect?"

"I never expected that you'd be this much of a bitch," he said back.

A few days ago he wouldn't have dreamed about calling her that but he was at
that point where he didn't care. If that ended the relationship, he had no
problem with it at this point. But Miss Tamara didn't react. She even looked a
bit humbled by what he had said. She didn't say a word for the rest of the car
ride. Good. Maybe he had put her in her place a bit. After all, he didn't
really want to lose her. He looked down at her lovely feet in those wedges and
remembered they were worth putting up with a lot for. He was glad he shut her
up but still decided he'd be a bit more careful with his words in the future.

When they stood in the kitchen putting some groceries away. He watched Miss
Tamara walk towards him and it looked to him like she was going to help.
Perhaps he had put her ego in check in the car a bit and she wouldn't be
acting so high and mighty above him at all times, which he would be fine with.
When she got close enough to him she grabbed his shoulders and then drove her
knee right into his balls.

Hatred, fear, and suffering all went through his head when he felt the immense
pain shoot throughout his body and he fell to the floor. He could feel how
painful it would have felt when he hit his back and hit the back of his head
on the ceramic floor if the pain in his balls wasn't completely overshadowing
it. He could feel the powerful emotions of him hating her and wanting to get
up and kill her and the fear of what else she could do to him if that was just
the beginning.

As she undid his belt and then started to pull his pants down he tried to
reach up but realized he wasn't able to move or make any noise, attempting to
do either were both too painful for him. His pants and underpants were now
both down at his ankles, with his weakened balls exposed. They felt tiny in
his ball sack which felt quite flimsy at that moment.

He looked up at the stern look on her face as she raised her leg and her foot
was hanging over his nuts, shaking, as it looked like it was ready to come
down and stomp them at any moment. Why was she doing this? He knew exactly why
she was doing this and the pain she had put him in sent a strong message that
playing dumb with her wasn't going to work. Why did he keep defying her, why
did some pathetic foot boy like him think that he could challenge this
powerful woman without paying for it?

"Close your eyes," she said to him. He whimpered without closing them. "Do
what I say!" she said.

He closed his eyes and felt like he was going to throw up as his entire body
tensed up. He tried to prepare himself for what was coming but he knew nothing
could prepare him for the pain he was about to experience so he just hoped
that he could pass out. After waiting for what seemed like forever he felt
something whack him right underneath his balls, hurting him, but not nearly as
bad as he expected. He opened his eyes to see her kneeling there with a big
wooden spoon right as it moved in and she whacked him right in the same spot
with it.

"I'm not going all the way upstairs to get the slapper. I can punish you just
as well with this."

He wanted to beg her to stop but he couldn't get a word out. She slapped his
balls in all different spots with the spoon. Each one felt worse.

"Never disrespect me!" she said as she gave his balls the hardest whack yet
with the spoon. "Your balls are going to get a deluxe beating for what you
said to me in that car. I'm a sadist so I enjoy it."

Her look of anger turned to a look of pleasure when she said the last sentence
in a way that really disturbed him. She whacked his balls a couple of more
times with the spoon before turning it around and poking then with the other
end a few times. She proceeded to make good on her promise of giving him a
deluxe ball beating. When she was done, his balls were red and in pain, he had
no chance of getting up, and she looked like she enjoyed it way too much.

**

"Foot Boy, get over here," he heard her call to him from the living room.

It had been a few hours since his ball beating and not only had he not gotten
up but he hadn't even pulled his pants up yet. Miss Tamara had left the room a
long time ago and the pain was so awful that he initially would have been
surprised if he was able to get up the following morning. But just hearing her
call to him motivated him. She did this to him and she could also do worse.
Listen, do exactly what she says, and regardless of anything else he could
hopefully avoid going through anything like this again.

He managed to get his pants back up but was still hurting too much to get to
his feet and he had to crawl into the living room. Miss Tamara was sitting
across the couch with her legs stretched out. She now wore tight jeans that
covered her entire legs right down to her ankles where her feet were bare, her
big soles looking right at him. While her soles looked soft, they looked like
they had accumulated a decent amount of lint, fuzzies, and dust from the
ground.

"Go ahead, lick them clean," she said as she pointed to them. "That's what
you're here for. Chop, chop. The more I accumulated the longer you get to lick
them."

She was right and none of the dirties that had accumulated on the bottom of
her feet bothered him at all because he knew the pure beauty that was
underneath all of that. As his tongue ran up the bottom of her soles he could
taste even more dust and particles than he could see. But it was all worth it,
especially as his tongue washed it away enough so he could taste that
beautiful foot. He licked harder and with more aggression, so into what he was
doing that he didn't even see the smile that Miss Tamara gave him as she
watched. As the powerful taste of her feet absorbed into his tongue it hit him
that soon after he started this, all of the pain in his balls had gone away.
Being able to do this made all of what she had done to him worth it.

**

"Foot Boy, it's time for you to pay," Miss Tamara said to him. After loading
the conveyor belt with the groceries he had purchased he had just stood there
staring straight ahead as the 19-year-old cashier scanned the items while Miss
Tamara talked the young girl's ear off about whatever. "Foot Boy, insert your
card, come on. This nice employee here is waiting on you, Foot Boy." Martin
glanced at Miss Tamara but then focused back on the cashier as he moved toward
the card terminal. "He's my foot boy," she now said to the cashier. "My
adorable, pathetic, foot boy."

He felt Miss Tamara poke his leg a couple of times with her foot as he paid,
not looking away from the screen. He could sense that the cashier was looking
at him but couldn't tell what kind of look it was. While he was curious if it
was amusement, contempt, her own embarrassment, or if she just didn't care, he
didn't dare look up to see. Miss Tamara poked him with her foot a couple of
more times as she giggled.

**

"Oh my goodness," Miss Tamara said as they walked by the shoe store while he
pushed their grocery cart towards the car. "I need those."

She pointed in the show window to a pair of black pumps that were on display -
it was only a mere twelve hundred dollars for that pair of black shoes.

"Get them for me," she said.

This was one of those time he wanted to tell her to screw off but this time he
also wasn't even going to have to. "I got no money until payday in a few days.
And you didn't know it but I just maxed out my credit card with that last
grocery purchase. So you're going to have to at least wait a few days." He
hoped that they had just caught her eye and she'd get over them long before
payday. He didn't want to buy them but he knew between the ball beatings and
his immense love for her feet, that she'd get him to do it.

"I want them now," she said. "A store like this doesn't have an endless supply
of shoes like that just lying around in the back. They'll be gone by your next
payday. Those ones are even my size, see? Get them for me now."

"How do you expect me to do that? I told you, I have no money. I literally
have no way to pay for them. How am I going to get them??" He was quickly
losing his patience with her. He looked at the shoes and when he looked back
and made eye-contact with her again he thought he knew what she was
suggesting. Now he knew he knew.

"Go in there, take them, and walk out," she said. "There's just one female
employee in there and look at her - she's not paying attention to anything.
Shoe stores don't prepare for shoplifters. Go in, get them, run out, and then
run home to me. I'll drive home so they can't track you when you run out."

"Look, this isn't just one of these things that would humiliate me. I could
get arrested."

"Should be well worth the risk for being able to be my foot boy."

"My company has fired people with a criminal history. I could lose my job."

"Should also be well worth the risk." She looked down at her fingers when she
said that, showing little interest in his opinion.

"For you too? If I don't have a job I won't have money. No money to buy you
anything."

"No problem for me. Since I met you I've been posting pictures of my feet on
Instagram. You want to see the amount of emails I get every day from guys
begging to be my foot boy? I tell them I already have one and they tell me
they'll do ANYTHING." He didn't doubt that. Being a foot lover, he knew how
desperate they could be. Why were they all so submissive? This wasn't the time
to wonder. "So now I expect you to do anything. If I don't have those shoes
today you'll be replaced. Might as well give it a try."

As he stood outside the shoe store with Miss Tamara now gone on her way, he
thought about how this was what his life had become. About to risk his
reputation and career so he could worship a woman's feet. He truly was
pathetic. He walked into the store. The cashier was a short woman in her early
twenties, black hair, big glasses, and she had tan skin, almost certainly
either Hispanic or Italian but he couldn't tell which. There didn't appear to
be anyone else working. He had no doubt that he could get away from her as
long as there was no one else around. His self-respect had hit a new low but
he could do it.

It was just one pair of shoes on display, Miss Tamara's size, as she had
stated. He picked them up without the cashier paying him any notice and
started making his way towards the door. He thought about running but didn't
want to draw any attention to himself. He'd need to save his energy for when
he got outside anyway.

"Hey, excuse me!" the cashier yelled to him once he got close to the exit
holding them.

Now it was time to start to run. He sprinted through the automatic door and
immediately felt some relief when he got out that he wasn't going to be
stopped by any kind of automatic lock that was on it or anything. He ran as
fast as he could, not able to shake the thought from his mind that he was
running from some small girl.

Not being in the best shape, it didn't take him long to feel some fatigue. He
looked back with the hope that the girl would have given up on him. Please
just go call the cops, there wasn't a chance they'd be able to find him. When
he turned he saw that not only had she not given up but she was running hard.
She was actually gaining ground on him.

He looked ahead and focused on running. If she did catch him what was the
small girl going to do? They were in public now so even if she was able to get
a hold of him, if anyone saw him fighting her they would surely come to her
rescue. And he had learned the hard way from Miss Tamara that it wasn't too
hard for a girl to take on a guy if she knew how to do it. He couldn't deal
with that kind of punishment. He had to move.

He looked ahead, continuing to sprint, but his curiosity got the better of him
and he looked back. Those look backs were slowing him down and he was seeing
the unpleasant truth that she was faster than him. He looked forward knowing
that if he looked back again it would slow him down more but he had to know.
He looked back again. She was so close now. A few more seconds of them both
running at the same pace and she would have a hold of him. What would happen
then?

He looked ahead, squinting, as he prepared for what he thought was inevitable.
Making matters worse, he could feel himself losing the grip of one of the
shoes. If he dropped even one and didn't get back home with the pair, he may
as well have not even done this. He could feel the cashier right in grabbing
distance, heard a thud, and then turned around to see that she had fallen flat
on her face.

As he saw her looking up at him like she was about to cry he had never felt so
ashamed of himself. This girl had tried so hard to stop him from committing
this ridiculous crime just so his mistress could have this pair of shoes that
she couldn't even wait for. Part of him wanted to finally do the right thing,
turn around, and give the girl the shoes back. Instead, he kept running like
the pathetic foot boy he was.

"Oh Foot Boy, good work!" Miss Tamara said as he walked inside holding the
shoes. She looked beyond pleased, the spoiled bitch, so happy to have these
shoes that two people, one of them completely innocent, had to humiliate
themselves in order for her to have. "Beautiful. Beautiful!"

At that moment he didn't want to give them up for her and actually held them
tight so she couldn't, but she just tugged harder and pulled them right out of
his hands. She looked at them with admiration, so excited to be able to where
the expensive stolen shoes on her wonderful feet.

"This is why I keep you around, Foot Boy. I knew you wouldn't let me down.
Check your phone. There's a surprise for you."

He checked his phone and hadn't even heard his text message go off during his
escape. He opened the message to see a beautiful picture of Miss Tamara's sexy
soles right, her left toes bent forward to show of the light blue nail polish
she was wearing in the picture, her right foot showing nothing but the bottom
of it. He felt his cock growing like crazy as he looked at the picture. Those
feet made him so weak. So weak that he was going to continue to do bad things
like he had done just for those feet.

"Nice pic, isn't it?" she said proudly. "Make it your wallpaper."

"People at work might ... "

"Make it your wallpaper!" she ordered, the happiness in her voice quickly
gone. "You're lucky I sent it to you to begin with." He did what he was told.
"Now go ahead and put my brand new shoes on my feet for me."

He got on his knees as she stuck her foot out and poked his face with it. As
sexy as it was, it was so demeaning. "So tell me how it went down when you
took these." He started slipping the shoe on her foot.

"Well I just ran out the door with him," he said, quickly getting more anxious
had he had to repeat this humiliating story. "And sure enough, she came
running out after me."

"Oh that is wonderful!" she said, no remorse whatsoever for what she had
caused. "She chased you out of the store?"

"Yes, for a while. Started catching up to me to."

Miss Tamara laughed harder. "That small girl actually started catching up to
you? You are so weak."

"Well she didn't catch me because she ended up falling on her face."

She kept laughing. Martin couldn't believe it. He was on his knees putting
those expensive shoes on those sexy feet that kept control of him. He hated
those feet at that moment for that, yet he couldn't walk away from them.

"Why didn't I hide in the bushes and watch all of this?" she said. "It would
have made my day."

"Would you stop being such a bitch!" he snapped at her.

Just the look she gave him when he said that sent chills through his balls. He
almost said sorry but didn't - he had to stand up to her at some point. She
pulled her feet away from him, stood up, and walked away. It looked like she
was going to give him some time to think about what was coming to him.

**

"Come with me," she said to him after giving him a few hours to worry about
what was ahead of him.

He looked around the crowded bar as the music played loudly. Standing next to
Miss Tamara made him feel cool. He was there with the hottest girl there as
far as he was concerned. It was a feeling he never had before. He tried to
hold onto that feeling and not think about what kind of humiliation she had in
store for him.

"Look around," she said to him. "Imagine that you didn't have me in your life.
You're going to try and meet a girl from this bar. Who are you going to
choose?"

"I wouldn't come here to try and meet a girl."

She grabbed his balls through his jeans and started to squeeze. There were a
lot of people around but no one was paying attention to them. Just a little
bit more and she'd easily take him to his knees. He was confident Miss Tamara
wasn't worried about what anyone else there might do.

"Pretend we're at some fancy place then," she said impatiently as she really
started to poke her index finger into his balls and he started to feel
nauseous. "Pretend this is your pool on a fucking online dating site. Who are
you going after?"

He scanned the area quickly, with her finger really pushing into his balls
while the rest of her hand squeezed, knowing that he was going to have to go
try and pick up whoever he chose. "That one." He pointed to a short girl on
the heavier side who had a fairly pretty face and was talking to a much
heavier girl.

"She's quite the downgrade from me," Miss Tamara said and she finally let go
of his balls which was the most important thing to him at that moment. "Not
too confident in yourself, are you Foot Boy? Well go ahead. Show me how you
can pick her up."

She crossed her arms at her chest for him to go. He didn't like being put on
the spot like this but then he looked over at the heavy girls just sitting by
themselves. They were obviously here trying to meet guys and no one else was
going to talk to them with the amount of other girls around. They should be
lucky a good looking guy was approaching them and thinking about that
increased his confidence as he got closer. He approached his target from the
side. She didn't even notice he was there until he was right on top of her, at
which point she turned to him, backed her head away with a look of shock on
her face, and screamed. The noise at the bar drowned out anyone else hearing
the scream but he knew Miss Tamara heard it.

"Sorry," he said, trying to play it cool and not make the humiliation he felt
obvious. "Didn't mean to scare you. Was wondering if I could ... "

"No thanks!" the girl shouted.

She got up, turned his back to him and walked away. Her heavy friend smiled
and followed her. Martin stood there by himself in complete humiliation. No
one else around was watching but he knew one person who was. He turned his red
face to look at Miss Tamara, expected her to be laughing at him, but instead
she just stood there with a straight face like she wasn't at all surprised. He
did the walk of shame back to her.

"Not even an ugly girl like that is interested in you, Foot Boy," she said,
not speaking like she was trying to mock him but simply stating fact. "No one
else would want you to be their foot boy either. What woman in this bar would
you say has the best feet?"

"You."

Miss Tamara looked half proud and half-annoyed by that response. "Yes, that's
obvious, but besides me, if I was no longer around and you wanted to worship
the feet of one woman here, who would you choose?"

He knew he was being set up for something else but he just wanted to get this
over with. Though his ego started to kick in again. He had approached Miss
Tamara at the beach and despite how much of a bitch she had been to him since
then, he had still gotten her to share her feet with him. He should be able to
work his magic on another woman and put Miss Tamara in her place.

"That one," he said, pointing to a cute, thin blonde wearing a pair of green
sandals whose toenails polish actually looked like it matched her footwear.
The girl looked confident and cocky.

"Come with me," Miss Tamara said as she tightly grabbed Martin's arm and
pulled her towards the girl. He could feel his nervousness as they got closer.
Miss Tamara used her free hand to grab the girl's arm and pulled it to get her
attention. The girl looked at her looking annoyed in a cocky sort of way.

"Hey," Miss Tamara said, the girl now looking more irritated that she was
being pulled away from talking to her friend. "Mind if I ask you a question?"

"Sure," the girl said. Something about Miss Tamara's voice seemed to soothe
her as she actually looked willing to talk.

"See this guy here?" Miss Tamara said. The girl looked at Martin, just a
little bit curious. "He told me he really likes your feet. Thinks they are the
best in this entire bar. He wants to worship them for you. Rub them, kiss
them, wash them. Take excellent care of them. All out of the kindness of his
heart. All for his love of your feet. You interested?"

The girl gave Martin a look like he was the biggest loser in the world before
she looked back at Miss Tamara. "Ew, no," she said. She pulled her arm away
from Miss Tamara then looked back at her friend. "What a creep."

Martin wanted to be angry with Miss Tamara for doing that but he started to
feel pain in his stomach that overrode as Miss Tamara started walking him back
away from the girl. He thought about the look that girl gave him at the idea.
Would it have been any better if he tried to pursue her himself? He knew it
wouldn't. He was a foot loser and women would always walk all over him.

"I think after tonight you know that you cannot live without me," she said to
him. "So don't ever talk to me like that again. You're going to get a ball
beating when we get home, I will make sure of it."

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