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    blaze312

    Training to be a foot slave

    Part 1

    Growing with my mom and my 6 year older sister, many things seemed different to me in our house. Mom always seemed to favor my sister over me, and eventually my sister too began to think of me as the lowest member of the family. Around the age of ten years old, I started having more and more responsibilities around the house. Most of the easy and safe chores were done by me, while my sister and mother were relaxing. More things changed when I turned 10. My mom explained to us that I had to go through a serious training in order to become a perfect male. My sister had to help in my training as well, so she could be a perfect female. I didn’t understand much at that time, but I only did as I was told. So on my 10th birthday I went shopping with my mom and sister. Actually they shopped, I was just following them around. I was surprised by the amount of socks, stockings and pantyhose they bought. Returning home, my mom explained that every 3 days, I had to collect their dirty socks, pantyhose and stockings and stuff them in my pillow.

    “Learning to adore the strongest scents of a woman is very important. So you must sleep breathing our foot aroma every night. Depending on the amount of dirty socks we have, I’ll tell you when it’s time to empty your pillow, wash the old ones, and re-stuff it with our fresh worn smelly socks.”

    It took me some nights to get used to it, but I guess it was not that hard. Even their gym socks, which were the sweatiest after 3-4 days of use, started to smell pleasantly to me. After a while they would use their socks for more days, before they ordered me to stuff them in my pillow.

    As the years passed, I was asking, even begging them to let me peel their moist smelly socks off of their stinky, sweaty feet. They liked how I evolved to love their feet and were preparing for the next phase of my training.

    To be continued

    blaze312

    A little story that I’m currently writing.

    blaze312

    Training to be a foot slave

    Part 1

    Growing with my mom and my 6 year older sister, many things seemed different to me in our house. Mom always seemed to favor my sister over me, and eventually my sister too began to think of me as the lowest member of the family. Around the age of ten years old, I started having more and more responsibilities around the house. Most of the easy and safe chores were done by me, while my sister and mother were relaxing. More things changed when I turned 10. My mom explained to us that I had to go through a serious training in order to become a perfect male. My sister had to help in my training as well, so she could be a perfect female. I didn’t understand much at that time, but I only did as I was told. So on my 10th birthday I went shopping with my mom and sister. Actually they shopped, I was just following them around. I was surprised by the amount of socks, stockings and pantyhose they bought. Returning home, my mom explained that every 3 days, I had to collect their dirty socks, pantyhose and stockings and stuff them in my pillow.

    “Learning to adore the strongest scents of a woman is very important. So you must sleep breathing our foot aroma every night. Depending on the amount of dirty socks we have, I’ll tell you when it’s time to empty your pillow, wash the old ones, and re-stuff it with our fresh worn smelly socks.”

    It took me some nights to get used to it, but I guess it was not that hard. Even their gym socks, which were the sweatiest after 3-4 days of use, started to smell pleasantly to me. After a while they would use their socks for more days, before they ordered me to stuff them in my pillow.

    As the years passed, I was asking, even begging them to let me peel their moist smelly socks off of their stinky, sweaty feet. They liked how I evolved to love their feet and were preparing for the next phase of my training.

    To be continued

    blaze312

    A little story that I'm currently writing.

    Training to be a foot slave

    Part 1

    Growing with my mom and my 6 year older sister, many things seemed different to me in our house. Mom always seemed to favor my sister over me, and eventually my sister too began to think of me as the lowest member of the family. Around the age of ten years old, I started having more and more responsibilities around the house. Most of the easy and safe chores were done by me, while my sister and mother were relaxing. More things changed when I turned 10. My mom explained to us that I had to go through a serious training in order to become a perfect male. My sister had to help in my training as well, so she could be a perfect female. I didn’t understand much at that time, but I only did as I was told. So on my 10th birthday I went shopping with my mom and sister. Actually they shopped, I was just following them around. I was surprised by the amount of socks, stockings and pantyhose they bought. Returning home, my mom explained that every 3 days, I had to collect their dirty socks, pantyhose and stockings and stuff them in my pillow.

    “Learning to adore the strongest scents of a woman is very important. So you must sleep breathing our foot aroma every night. Depending on the amount of dirty socks we have, I’ll tell you when it’s time to empty your pillow, wash the old ones, and re-stuff it with our fresh worn smelly socks.”

    It took me some nights to get used to it, but I guess it was not that hard. Even their gym socks, which were the sweatiest after 3-4 days of use, started to smell pleasantly to me. After a while they would use their socks for more days, before they ordered me to stuff them in my pillow.

    As the years passed, I was asking, even begging them to let me peel their moist smelly socks off of their stinky, sweaty feet. They liked how I evolved to love their feet and were preparing for the next phase of my training.

    To be continued...

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    Denial’s results

    After many edges per day and some days of denial, yesterday I had a wet dream. I dreamt that I was in an unknown neighborhood and met a couple. I only remember the woman wearing black pumps and skin color pantyhose and a skirt. I asked them if I could lick the woman’s shoes and feet and they both agreed. So we went to their house and as I started to lick her shoes and feet, her husband started to fuck her and she took her feet from my mouth to my crotch. She rubbed them violently on my dick and I felt the pressure building up. That was it, the moment she squeezed my dick with her toes I came. It was so intense, I couldn’t believe it.

    Denial’s results

    After many edges per day and some days of denial, yesterday I had a wet dream. I dreamt that I was in an unknown neighborhood and met a couple. I only remember the woman wearing black pumps and skin color pantyhose and a skirt. I asked them if I could lick the woman’s shoes and feet and they both agreed. So we went to their house and as I started to lick her shoes and feet, her husband started to fuck her and she took her feet from my mouth to my crotch. She rubbed them violently on my dick and I felt the pressure building up. That was it, the moment she squeezed my dick with her toes I came. It was so intense, I couldn’t believe it.

    Learning the "Ways of the World"

    Looking back I think it’s safe to say that what really got me started with controlling boys was when I was 19 and just graduated from high school my parents sent me to live with my wealthy aunt for the summer in San Francisco.  They said she would be able to help me “learn the ways of the world.” My aunt had been married a number of times to wealthy men and each time her marriage ended she walked away with a very hefty sum of money and property.  

      It was during the first couple weeks or so while I was staying at her house that she set me up with a neighbor’s son named Jeff to go out on a date, it didn’t go well and I came home in a bad mood.  I can’t even remember precisely why I was in a bad mood, except that it was something I wanted and Jeff  wouldn’t cooperate with me.

      My aunt and I talked for a long while that evening, and she told me that the way to get a man to do what you want is, as most women sooner or later find out, through sex.  She gently told me not with the conventional stuff you see in movies or read in magazines, but very specifically through a “hard denied prick, to be blunt.”  I was shocked by her choice of words and her candor but she said “it is what it is my dear.”

      She went on to say when you keep a man hard and horny he becomes “putty in your hands.“ Naturally, in any longer-term relationship, she said "you’ve got to let your man have relief, but not very often, only at the right time and if he’s made you happy and he’s earned it.”  She said it was important to find out what turns a guy on and use that to control him.

      I was skeptical at first, but she insisted that it works, and not simply with “mousy” men, as I supposed, but with all men, particularly the so-called manly men.  She said “the bigger they are the harder they fall.” When I remained skeptical, she said that if I kept it a complete secret, she’d give me a live demonstration at her house with one of the guys she was currently dating off and on in a few days.

      She went on to explain that she had controlled all of her husbands in this manner but enjoyed her single life better since she could have more variety.  She also said all of her ex-husbands begged her to come back to them. Well, the next day she invited one of her boyfriends over for dinner. 

      While we were getting ready for our dinner guest my aunt told me to wear flip flops and a short skirt because the fellow she invited over had a thing for legs and feet.  She said for some reason a lot of guys love to worship women’s feet.  I thought that was kind of weird but she told me not to feel that way because it is actually quite nice to have a man kneeling before you massaging, kissing and licking your feet.  She went on to say “if it turns a guy on then that makes it even easier to control them” and laughed.

        That evening a well-built handsome guy arrived and she introduced him to me, his name was Bill and he was quite friendly.  I had a nice figure and tried to dress sexy that night.  It didn’t take long before I caught Bill glancing at my little feet in my flip flops and I smiled to myself thinking my little auntie knew exactly what she was talking about. 

      After dinner we were all loose and in a good mood, they had a few cocktails and some wine and they even let me drink some as well.   My aunt put some music on, turned the lights down low and she and Bill sat on the sofa while I sat in the chair across the room.  My aunt kicked her sandals off and put her feet in Bill’s lap and asked him for a little foot rub.  I could sense that Bill was a little nervous probably because I was in the room but he started to gently rub her feet anyway.  Soon my aunt looked over and told me what a great job Bill does at giving massages especially a foot massage.  Bill turned red and thanked her for the compliment.  I noticed as Bill massaged one foot my aunt would gently rub his crotch with her other foot.  Soon Bill was shifting from one position to another trying to adjust the hard-on that was tenting up in his pants.

      After a while my aunt pulled her feet away from Bill’s hands and moved to sit closer to him on the sofa.  She then started to gently rub Bill’s neck and ears and snuggle into him while she nibbled and kissed him.  At first Bill kissed her back but then tried to back away since he felt uncomfortable with me sitting in the room.  He tried to hint to my aunt that maybe I should leave the room or they should go someplace else.  Well, my aunt then said, “Okay, let’s just dance.”  She wanted to show me what a great dancer he was.  So he agreed and after a while the dancing got sexy and I noticed that the bulge in his pants seemed even larger than before.

      My aunt started to dance closer to Bill and began kissing him some more while slowly grinding her hips into his.  When he tried to grind his hips back into hers she’d teasingly back away and reach out with her hand to gently rub his penis through his pants with the flat of her hand. 

      By now she’d been teasing him for a good forty five minutes to an hour and Bill didn’t seem to object to me being there anymore.  He was focused on getting some more attention to his throbbing hard-on.  He pressed his body more and more into her hand and moaned a lot and kissed her passionately on the neck. 

      She turned and looked at me to wink as she once again pulled her hand back slightly, and when he tried to renew contact by thrusting his hips forward she said: “You know, Bill, I want you to put on a little show for us, I want you to do a strip for us.”  He objected, referring to my being there, but I watched carefully how she began applying very gentle and subtle pressure on his pulsing hard-on and he almost mindlessly thrust his hips into her hand as if he was conditioned to do it.  Then she’d slowly pull her hand away leaving him humping the air in front of his crotch again and he would groan in frustration.  She continued the gentle teasing and pulling her hand away for another fifteen minutes or so driving him crazy with lust and I could see a wet stain developing on the front of his tented pants.

      Soon it was easy to see Bill was in desperate shape, and I saw that my aunt was right: he would agree to anything.  She then told Bill that if he was a good boy and did what she told him to do he might get a nice blow job which really caused him to groan.  The my aunt told Bill to get on his hands and knees and kiss her feet, which he did immediately and again she looked over to me with a smile and winked.  Then she told him to crawl around on his hands and knees and kiss her ass, which he did while she gently rubbed her foot up and down his throbbing erection through his pants.

      To make a long story short, that night I saw my first completely fully aroused naked man, he was well built, I had my first exposure to a delightful foot worship session, an amazing cunnilingus and analingus session and I was shown by my aunt all the different ways to stimulate and tease a man and get him to do anything you want.

      She even showed me how with the right amount of teasing a guy will do anything to cum including jerking off for us to watch.  That was very entertaining; my aunt said she loves to watch a guy jerk off and enjoys telling them how to do it.  She kept telling him to stop and then start again or to go slow.  Sometimes she told him to use his left hand or just one finger or two fingers. She told him if he did it just like she said she would give him a blow job, but she never did.  Eventually he came all over himself as we laughed and cheered him on telling him to hold it in and not shoot knowing he couldn’t control himself.

    At the end of the evening I was amazed at how appreciative and thankful Bill was for my aunt allowing him to spend the evening with the two of us.  I laughed to myself thinking we really didn’t do anything, that Bill was the one who had to service us and entertain us and he was the one asking, practically begging to come back to do it again very soon.

      Later on that week my aunt explained additional ways I could apply the techniques she taught me.  I wasted no time in trying to put my new found knowledge to good use with my bad date Jeff.  He was surprised when I suggested we go out on another date and at first he didn’t know what had hit me – why was I was paying so much attention to him, being his friend, sexily rubbing against him all the time, flirtatiously playing with him, etc….  Eventually I made my first move.  First he thought he was the luckiest guy in the world and never even realized how within a few weeks I had him in the palm of my hand. I could get him to do just about whatever favors I wanted (e.g. come to my aunt’s house to massage my feet, or lick me, take me shopping, drive me around to do my aunt’s errands, etc.…)

      In the evenings when his parents were out, I’d go over and have him lick me – front and back – for hours.  All he’d get was one cum just before I was ready to leave.  And this was always by hand – usually his own while I watched or played with his balls.  He’d beg me to blow him or even to screw him, and I tell him I’d think about it, I never said no however I just kept putting him off.  As I said before, he thought he never had it so good.  Every time he’d drop me off after our date I’d make him promise me not to play with himself until he saw me again and he always promised me he wouldn’t.

    As my summer at my aunt’s began to wind down Jeff continued to beg me to screw him or give him a blow job.  I would pretend to seriously consider doing it with him but I never did.  I realized I didn’t really like him that much and only used him for my pleasure.  He began to ask me to be his girlfriend and I told him it was a good time for us spread our wings, we would meet new friends in college and we could always stay in touch.

    Eventually the summer ended and I was off to college with my new found knowledge and confidence that my dear aunt instilled in me while helping me “learn the ways of the world.”