I’d been out for my daily jog it was summer and already hot even though it was early. I was really panting as I sat down on a bench next to a guy who’d just finished his run I kicked off my trainers and drank a full bottle of water. I saw him looking down at my damp socks as I wiggled my toes I smiled and said to him ‘you can massage my feet if you like’. He looked at me in horror and said ‘who do you think I am your foot boy?’ I said ‘yes’. I could tell he couldn’t resist and he was on his knees rubbing my hot sticky feet. He was so obviously into Foot Worship, and I told him to stop moaning or else. ‘Or else what’? He said. I pushed him to the ground and stood on his face and smeared my sweaty foot all over it. ‘More of this’ I told him. ‘You can’t do that!’ He yelled, afraid that people may see us. ‘I can do whatever I like you’re the one on the floor’. Who is going to believe your word against mine, sweet innocent me?
I told him to see me here the next morning and he better get used to the idea of being my little foot slave boy, I put my shoes back on and left him sat on the floor, I laughed at his pitiful defeat and was already planning tomorrow.
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