The Class

I closed my laptop and unplugged my cord, opening the flap of my backpack and searching for my case. I slugged down the last quarter of my cold latte and stood up, gathering the last of my things as I slung my bag over my shoulder and started to make my way up the stairs. I was just on my way out when I bumped into Jessica, hurriedly fitting a lid on the to-go cup in her hands.

She was the kind of girl you see a lot around this place– tall, slender, and languid, with reddish brown hair, gauged ears and glasses– but she had a distinctive face, and her presence was deeply striking. She had a way of looking at and talking with you that made you feel like she was completely involved in your collective interaction, and she was reassuring and comforting in a lot of subtle, implicit ways.

In a way we had a history. We had never been intimate together or even close to romantically involved, but she was an excellent massage therapist and we had been seeing each other in that context for years and hung out as friends separately on many occasions. Her hands had been almost all over my body, and we had reached a level of comfort and trust that I think prepared me to accept what would take place in this story.

“Heyy-y,” she said, looking up from her coffee, then double taking slightly as she recognized me. “Hey!”

“How’s it going?” I replied.

“It’s really good actually, I kind of can’t stop to talk though, I’m already running late for this class I’m supposed to teach.”

“Oh gosh, wow, okay. Well good for you, that’s great! I’m on my way out too, I’ll walk with you.”

“Cool, yeah!”

The light splashed across our faces and we both pulled out our sunglasses as we walked out onto the sidewalk, heading for the corner where she was parked. We finished up our little chit-chatting, and she opened up the door to her car.

“Well, it was really good running into you, I guess we’ll see you again sometime this week.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Definitely, I’m pretty free over the next couple days so let me know.”

I smiled and turned to walk down the street, and she paused for a moment, looking at me.

“Hey, I don’t guess you’re free right now, are you?”

I walked back towards her a few steps, and paused for a moment. “Yeah, I guess I think I am. Why?”

“Oh,” she replied, “It’s nothing really, I probably shouldn’t even ask.”

“What?”

“Well, I’m actually kind of in a bind. It’s just that I’m running off to teach this class, and the girl who usually helps me demonstrate can’t make it and I was thinking of just scrapping this week’s lesson and doing something else. But now that I’ve run into you it’s occurred to me that it might be good for you. Or I guess, that you might be good for that.”

“Demonstrate?” I repeated.

“Yeah, it would actually be great if you could come help me, just for a couple of hours?”

“Really? Wow, so it’s like a massage class?”

For a moment I thought I saw a roguish look flash in her eyes, but she just said, “Not exactly. It’s more of a women’s thing. Kind of finding their inner power, that kind of thing. You’d be doing me a real favor…”

“Oh, cool, yeah. I mean, I guess I don’t know what it has to do with me. Like, what would you need me to do?”

She hesitated, looking around for a moment as though she wasn’t sure she should have brought it up, but she fixed her gaze on me and said, “Well to be honest it’s like a psychosexual development course. Sexual empowerment. I’m really late though, and I can tell you more about it in the car, but I really have to get going.”

The hair almost stood up on the back of my neck, and I still wasn’t sure what I was in for (or rather, what I realized later I was getting myself into), but I looked back at her for a moment and finally said, “Yeah, why not.”

She grinned and waved me over as she pulled up her purse and got in her car, an older, slightly worn dark blue Subaru, and as we drove along to the northwest side of town we talked about the classes she was taking for her degree and how the one she was teaching had come out of some of that, along with a shared desire among many of her friends to become more in touch with their sexual prowess and abilities. I could see how she had thought it would be up my street, as it were, the two of us having talked many times in the past about the nature of care in relationships and how that translated into generosity in the bedroom. We had never directly articulated it, but we seemed to have reached a vague understanding that I was, I suppose you could say, an aspiring submissive and or at least that, above all, I adored and worshiped women.

Very quickly she began asking me a few matter-of-fact but enticing questions: Was I alright being restrained? Was I willing to become powerless? Could I be willing to be stripped naked? And other things that frankly blew my mind. I couldn’t believe what I was being asked, but she seemed pleased that I found myself saying yes to all of those things.

We more or less left it at that, and we went back to casual conversation until we reached a neighborhood I didn’t recognize. As we pulled up to a house near the middle of the block she parked at the curb, and she pulled down her visor to check her hair in the mirror. She turned to me and reached over, ruffling my hair a little.

“I really appreciate you doing this. It’s such a big help.”

We finished collecting ourselves and walked across the dried out lawn to the front porch, where the light was on and dusk was beginning to set in. She reached out to the doorbell and it rang through the inside of the house. There were a few extra moments that we waited out on the step, and suddenly she leaned over, put her hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “I’m almost kind of sorry, too. A little bit, maybe. But don’t worry.”

I tensed reflexively and a chill ran through my body as I felt her hair brush my neck. I looked back at her, puzzled, as the door opened, and I heard Lindsay’s bright, melodic voice.

“Heyyy there!” She and Jessica hugged gleefully, and if she was surprised to see me she hid it well. “Come on in, everybody’s here!”

“Ohh,” said Jessica. “Sorry I’m late. Crazy day.”

“No! No worries,” she replied, locking the door behind us and switching off the porch light as we stepped into the entryway. “You’re right on time, we’ve all just been hanging out in the living room. Come on in!” Lindsay was on the short side and looked South Asian, with caramel colored skin and black hair that she had up in a ponytail, and kind, bright eyes, and she had on a pair of black yoga pants and a black t-shirt from the bar where she worked. She offered to take my hoodie and I let her, and she offered us both drinks, but we refused.

She led us around into the living room, and I was surprised to see so many beautiful women, covering every available seat and one taking up space on the floor. There were eight in total, including Jessica and Lindsay, and while they were all unique they were universally beautiful. I realized I had met or known almost all of them at one point or another; seen some at parties, chatted with a few here and there. I looked around at all of them briefly as they turned and said hello to us, and then went quiet as Jessica started apologizing again for being late.

There was Autumn, a taller, thick-legged girl with long, highlighted brown hair that was in wavy curls tied up into a ponytail, who wore a pair of thin khaki shorts and a black tank top that was covered in skulls; Ally, a petite, charming girl with tattoos, a nose ring, and shorter, thick brown hair who had on a plain dark grey t-shirt with longer brown cargo shorts; Erin, a sandy-haired blonde who had on slim pale jeans and a thin, dark blue waffle-knit shirt that had a pattern of little white anchors; Jamie, a skinny, pale alt-girl with bangs in her straight, dyed-black hair and tiny neon green gauges in her ears, whose loose black pants and light grey spaghetti-strap top hung from her frame; Erika, a slim, pale, bright-eyed girl with light red hair who wore jeans and a thin, faded lime green top over her red t-shirt; and Whitney, who had a light goth vibe with short spiky black hair, and she wore a tight black vest over a white button-up shirt and a pair of jeans.

They all turned to look at me as Jessica explained my unexpected presence there, and they all seemed to approve.

“So if everyone is ready,” she finished with a grin, “why don’t we go on and head for the basement?” She put her hand on my wrist and I waited as the others slipped past me and went around through the door in the hallway next to the kitchen. I heard their steps as they went down the carpeted stairs, and then Jessica led me in behind them and Lindsay followed us and the door creaked lightly as she shut it.

When we turned the corner I saw that a couple dozen candles had been lit around the long, high windows, and that the last of the day’s light was trickling through the closed blinds. I could smell that a little incense had been burned, and just entering the space felt like I had moved into another world. The big, finished basement was almost totally empty, except that a half dozen unique and cozy-looking armchairs had been arranged facing the far side of the long, wide space, with a seventh for Lindsay towards the front. The girls all took their seats and Lindsay went to the sliding glass doors to the back yard and drew the drapes, and Jessica led me around the chairs to the front where, underneath some track lighting, there was a full-sized bed with white, patterned sheets against the wall, another chair near it (a plain, basic metal thing with a thick blue cushion), and on the floor next to that a small throw pillow and a thick blue yoga mat. Lindsay went to the closet to our right and grabbed a small lidded box with a clasp on it and set it to the side of the space.

Everyone settled in, a few of them pulling out notebooks and pens, and Jessica motioned for me to stand a little back behind her, so I did as she began addressing the class.

“Okay, so let’s go ahead and get going. I’d like to thank you all for being here, I’m glad to see that each of you is getting enough out of this series to keep coming back for more. So as we all decided last week, this week’s class is about footdom and foot worship, and we’re gonna try to get into not just the basic techniques but also how to involve yourself in the complex psychological interplay between you and your subject. I think a lot of you have questions, things you’re not really clear on or that you’ve asked me specifically, so we’re just going to try and cover as much as we can.”

I felt a haze imbue my vision and a light, delicate weight form on my shoulders. But above all, I felt a curious brightness in my spirit. I looked at Jessica, who was turning towards me, and she smiled gently and rubbed me on the upper part of my arm. She turned and took the throw pillow, laying it on the floor alongside the edge of the bed, and then went over and whispered something to Lindsay. Lindsay looked at me quickly and then smiled and nodded brightly to Jessica before sitting down, slipping out of her black, white-trimmed Keds and pulling off her black ankle socks. She slipped her feet back into her shoes and brought the socks over to Jessica, who retook her place in front of the class next to me.

“Alright so I’m just gonna go ahead and do a few things to get the ball rolling, and I’ll have to explain most of them later, but the one thing I’ll emphasize most strongly right here at the outset,” she said, holding the socks up in front of the class, “is that dirty is always better. We’ll talk about how to handle them being clean in a little while, but we’re gonna start from a point of dirty and work our way back. Now Lindsay has been wearing these for…”

“Three days,” chirped Lindsay.

“Three days,” repeated Jessica with a smile, “and usually, on a regular basis, that’s about the minimum that it takes for most women to really get a strong scent going. You can always speed things up by working out, layering up with stockings or some little no-shows, wearing the right shoes, or just taking advantage of a hot day, but time is usually the best method.

“I’d also like to make the point that, and this is something I mentioned when I asked you to do your preparation for tonight, the kind of dirty I’m talking about isn’t dirty in the sense of dirt. The whole point is that these, or other kinds of footwear, get steeped with the purity of your essence, chock full of all kinds of nice, sexy hormones that have a profound effect on a well-trained slave, and you don’t want to confuse that with dirt and grit and grime and grossness and all the rest of it. Basically you want to recognize that your shoes are a barrier between your feet and the rest of the world, and you want to keep what’s within them as clean as possible while they marinate in your sweat and while you develop your scent.

“So,” she said, turning to her side to face me, her face still turned towards the class. “I’m going to begin by preparing our slave a little bit before I subject him to what I’ve got going tonight. I’ll go ahead and show you and then I’ll explain what I’ve done in a minute.”

Her eyes snapped to me, and she paused and breathed for a moment before addressing me in a firm, steady voice.

“Slave.” I felt the word hit and wash over me, thinking of all the time we had spent together, and how finally my wildest dreams were being surpassed. She put one hand on her hip, snapped her fingers with the other, and pointed. “Sit on the corner of the bed. And don’t get too comfortable. Put your legs on either side of it and scoot your ass to the edge.”

I swallowed lightly and cleared my throat, my eyes feeling wide. In spite of any shadow of reservation I sat down as she ordered. I knew I could trust her, and I was ready to serve.

She stepped towards me slowly, placed one of her feet at the corner of the bed between my legs and swung the other on my right side, straddling my knee. She reached up and put her hand on the space behind my ear, letting her fingers grip the edge of my head, and she guided my gaze down so I was looking at my crotch.

“Put your hands behind you. Flat on the bed.”

She stepped back and then over between my legs, setting Lindsay’s socks down on top of my pants, and she placed her knees on the floor as she reached for my belt. She opened my pants and pulled them down just enough to reach my knees, and then grabbed my underwear by the extra fabric under my taint and pulled them down too.

I tried not to shudder as I was exposed, tried not to think about all the women seeing me, but there were a couple of approving hums in the background and I focused my attention on Jessica.

She held out her hand, gripping my thigh with her other, and reached underneath my balls. She brushed my taint with her index finger and grabbed my balls from the underside, wrapping her palm around their base and letting them hang over the edge of her hand. She curled her thumb over the base of my penis and gripped the whole package tightly, and then she took her other hand and started petting it softly.

I swelled in her grip and she reached up and put a knuckle beneath my chin, lifting my face until our eyes met, and she spoke in a low, clear voice as she went back to petting.

“This is mine now. Do you understand?”

I nodded lightly, my face drooping, and she continued squeezing and petting until I was nearly hard in spite of my exposure.

She released me and took one of Lindsay’s socks from where she had laid them to my side, and she turned it so that she could manipulate the hole. She pulled the elastic and opened it wide, and to my shock she pulled it over me. When it reached the top she pulled down on the band and slipped my balls one at a time into the heel, and then she went around once to make sure the fit of the elastic was tight.

“Stand up and show them,” she whispered.

She stood behind me as I got up and she put her forearms over my elbows, grabbing my t-shirt and lifting it up. My pants sagged and I could feel the wetness of Lindsay’s sweat around my dick. She reached her hand around and grabbed and lifted my ass.

I watched the girls’ faces as they saw it, and there was a mix of bemused reactions. Erin’s face in particular took on a devious expression, and Ally looked incredibly amused. Autumn and Whitney both seemed flushed. Jessica let them look for a few moments, lifting my penis by the tip so they could see the snug fit around my balls as she spoke.

“So the technique here is very simple; you just tuck the head of the penis down into the toe of your sock, slip the testicles into the heel, and fit the elastic around the shaft. Ankle socks are ideal, and it’s best to warm their penis up a bit so you can start with it semi-hard. Fully erect is acceptable, but it can make the next step less effective…”

Without warning she grabbed my underwear and pulled it up tight, snugging in my package and pulling the fabric tight against my taint.

“So,” she continued, tracing a finger against my inner thigh. “This is good because the comfort, snugness, and enclosure will generally undermine the tendency for the penis to become erect, and that goes a long way toward keeping your slave aware in the midst of their arousal. I think you’ll remember we talked in one of our first classes about using their arousal to make them more docile and subservient, but without letting them get to that point where they’re too overwhelmed to properly experience your dominance.”

She took my hips and turned me around to show the other girls my ass.

“This is just a nice little touch I like to do.”

She slipped her fingers beneath the fabric behind me and wedged it tightly into my ass, and then she firmly and quickly pulled up on the waistband and I groaned a little.

“And that just draws attention to that part of their anatomy and reinforces that they are in an unusual situation. Again, keeping them alert. Sometimes I’ll go ahead and plug my slaves before I do all of this and I find that particularly effective. At this point now it’s back up with the pants.”

She grabbed them and told me to put my hands on the bed, and then she pulled them up, zipped and buttoned them and redid my belt. Unexpectedly then, she slapped me once on the ass.

“Now, go sit on the chair, strip off your shoes and socks, and put them against the wall.”

I did as she said while she laid out the yoga mat and the pillow by the edge of the bed, and then she ordered me to take off my shirt as well. She looked me over for a moment when I turned back to face her.

“Now get on the floor where you belong. On your knees.”

She stepped back over to the corner of the bed and turned towards me again. She stood there waiting, taking her time, letting me look up at her, and then she bent her right knee slightly and slide her left foot forward. She snapped her fingers and pointed to it.

“Crawl to my foot.”

I glanced furtively at the expectant faces of the other girls, and then got down on my elbows and crawled across the carpet.

“Uh unh,” she said forcefully as I almost reached her. “Too fast. Go back and do it slower.”

My face drooped again as I went back to the wall, and I turned around and tried again.

“Uh unh,” she said again, before I had even gotten halfway to her. She sighed and turned her head to her students. “Sorry ladies, but it looks like this slave needs some crawling lessons.”

She turned back to me and quickly closed the distance between us, looking impatient and admonishing me.

“Really, I didn’t expect to have to do this with you. Palms on the floor! Head down! Eyes up! Lower your shoulders.”

She turned around and stood in front of my eyes. I looked at the flowy black hem of her thin cotton sweatpants and she popped her heel, balancing her foot straight down on her toe, showing me the yellow and black sole of her trekking shoe.

“This time you’re going to keep up. Crawl!”

She started walking at a pace just faster than was comfortable, and I strained to keep behind her.

“Hurry up! Keep your face right behind my feet!”

She led me around the room, stepping quickly and forcefully, almost continually snapping orders at them.

“Crawl, slave! I want you so close you could kiss them. Keep up with my feet!”

She led me around again, and I was struggling to stay close enough behind her. When we came next to Lindsay, she stopped and asked her if she would take me around once so she could observe. Lindsay grinned and stood up, taking Jessica’s place in front of me, and she slipped out of her shoes and held up one of her bare feet, resting it for a moment on the back of her heel.

She reached behind her and grabbed my hair for a moment, gave it a little tug, and then let go as she started walking. I started crawling again, watching her small naked feet in front of me, and Jessica started snapping again.

“Move your ass! Ass up! Follow the feet!”

I looked at the girls who were watching me as I crawled around.

“Eyes on the feet, slaveboy! Closer!”

Lindsay stopped when we reached the front of the class again, and so abruptly that I almost ran into the backs of her ankles.

“Okay, good, thank you Lindsay. Actually, stay right there for a second. I’m gonna have you turn around and make sure this slave knows how to bow.”

She came alongside me and went to my rear as Lindsay turned back around.

“Now look at her feet. Stare down at them.”

I did. They were small but her toes were long, and she wore a dark nail polish that accentuated the rich cappuccino color of her skin.

“Look up at her.”

Lindsay grinned as I raised my face, almost laughing, and she gave me a saucy little wink.

“Now bow down.”

I went down on my elbows and slowly lowered my head to the floor, feeling the carpet on my face. I waited for a moment, and then I heard Jessica slowly clicking her tongue.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. No… See ladies, you should not accept this from your slave. It looks almost right to the untrained eye, it covers all the bases, but it isn’t really submission.”

She stepped closer and slapped my ass, and then she grabbed my feet and set them so the tops were on the floor. She pulled my hips back over them, which lifted my head off the floor, and then she asked Lindsay to take a step forward.

Jessica stepped over and straddled me, placing her hands on either side of my face, and then she guided me down so that my forehead was in the curve of Lindsay’s ankles and the bridge of my nose pressed against her feet. Then she reached for my hands and pulled my arms down alongside me, turning my palms up and spreading them slightly away from my body. Finally she took my shoulders in her hands and guided them down, making sure they were nearly touching the floor.

“There.” she said brightly. “That’s better.” She leaned down and spoke in my ear. “This is how you bow to a woman, do you understand? This is how you show your respect.”

I stayed there, feeling Lindsay’s skin on my face, as she got off of me, turned toward the class and began addressing them again.

“So this is something you will encounter, unfortunately, as you break in a new slave. They may want to serve you but they have to be trained properly, and you have to make sure they do things the way you want them to.”

She sat down on my raised ass and turned so that she could stick her shoe on the back of my head, pressing me into Lindsay’s feet.

“No matter how willing your slave is you still have to break their will to resist. You have to overwhelm their spirit, wear them down a bit and bind them to your personal style of dominance. They may give you their body but it’s up to you to make sure you have their mind as well. There are a lot of ways to do this, but I think in the interest of moving on we’ll go ahead and work on forcing them to worship you and see how far we get.”

She got up and pulled my head off of Lindsay’s feet by my hair, thanking her, and Lindsay went back to where she had been sitting. She did a funny little bow on her way, and a couple of the girls clapped a little and laughed and whooped.

Jessica let go of my head and told me to get back up on my knees and follow her to the chair. She caught sight of me as she walked though and stopped.

“See? Here it is again.”

She stuck her foot between my knees and pushed my right one out, came back and pushed the other one, and then pushed down on my shoulders with her hands.

“Spread your legs! Put your balls on the floor! Bend your waist. Now come!”

She looked back to the girls as she sat down in the chair and crossed her legs.

“Maybe we should just do a whole class on breaking a slave. Maybe next time.”

The girls nodded, and a couple of them murmured in agreement. She snapped her fingers and pointed in front of her, and I shuffled to where she had pointed.

“Now sit in front of me with your knees and ankles together, turned to the side in front of you, and your torso straight ahead.”

I did as she said and she crossed her legs at the knee. Her long black pants fell into long, loose ribbons around her legs, and she reached down with one hand and began unlacing her trekking shoes. She got them loose and then started bobbing her ankle in front of me as she addressed the other girls.

“Okay, so we’re going to start off with a little massage now. The first thing we’re gonna talk about though, before we get to that, is how to deal with and control your slave’s attention and how to control and intensify the experience of seeing your feet. The basic idea of this is to arouse them and then exhaust them so that they’re ready to serve you properly, and a good session of footdom will be enough to make them ready to do anything for you.

“So at the arousal stage,” she continued, “it can be helpful to make some subtle change in your appearance. Either let down your hair or take off an article of clothing, those are both good options, or do the opposite, you can put your hair up or in some cases you could actually put something on. In any case this gets their attention by letting them know you’re transitioning from a normal situation to a particular, even intimate, situation. So I’ve done both, I’ve let down my hair already and I was just unlacing my shoes, so I’m gonna take them off now.”

She kicked off her trekking shoes to reveal a thin pair of ribbed teal socks, tall ones that were bunched down around her ankles, and as she leaned back in the chair and lifted her feet up in front of me I saw the faint dark outline made by her sweat. She flexed her feet back, showed me her soles, and stretched her toes back as she continued.

“So now we do our presentation, like we’ve talked about. Just like with your vaginas or your asses or your breasts, this is a part of you that you’re proud of and that they should feel lucky to interact with, so when you reveal it you should display it, and you should do so with a real sense of pride. Take a moment and feel some joy in that pride, take a moment to feel good about yourself and about the sexual power that you possess, and let this moment sort of set the stage for what’s going to happen over the next several minutes with that part of your body. Again, keep up eye contact, let them see your confidence and sense your power.

“So again, you want to draw things out, let them anticipate the next moment, and maintain control of their attention. Taking off your shoes is a good transition because there’s always some element of mystery that is revealed. What color socks you’re wearing, what their texture is, whether there’s a pattern, whether they look dirty, what condition they’re in, is there a reinforced toe and heel, and so on. And it’s true not just of socks, but stockings and pantyhose too. Even if you aren’t wearing anything under your shoes it’s whether you have on any jewelry, whether you’re wearing nail polish, if so, what color, and so on.

“Now you’re gonna want to get your feet on the face very quickly, almost as soon as you’ve taken off your shoes, and the reasons for this are that, one, that’s when they’ll be not only the smelliest but also the warmest that they’ll be for the whole of your encounter. And the warmth is just that added touch, especially if they’re a few days worn, that will really help overwhelm them into submission. The second reason is that it sets the tone for what this whole encounter is about– not just the service and worship but also, importantly, the element of subjection. You want to strain and bend them to the point where they finally actually submit, so that when you move on you can do with them what you will.

“So watch this and we’ll see how far we get.”

She let a few seconds of silence go by as she held her soles in front of me, staring into my eyes and wiggling her toes gently, and then she rubbed them against each other for a moment. Then, without warning…

“Smell!” she cried, snapping her legs forward in one deft, fluid motion, and before I knew it she had the ball of one foot up against my nose and was covering the right side of my face and pushing me into it with the other.

“Smell!” she cried again, and I helplessly bent forward a bit, and then I did as she commanded.

They smelled thick, ripe, and cheesy, with the sharp saltiness of her sweat cutting through the dankness. I reeled, and I tried to pull back, but the way she was gripping me she wouldn’t let me get away, and she only had to move a few inches to follow me whichever way I tried to go. They were warm, as she had said they would be, and the heat of them penetrated my consciousness.

She wiped and rubbed with both her feet as I tried to move my head, and I could feel the moisture from her sweaty socks being absorbed into my skin. I could feel my face being covered in her stink, and I gasped and shuddered beneath her soles. She commanded me to sniff a few more times and then covered my face completely, nestling my lips and my nose into the cave formed by her arches and insteps.

She held me that way for a moment, and then used them to shake my face from side to side. She used her knees to press them down into me as I grunted from the strain. It was all happening so quickly, and then she pulled them to the side and began slapping, or tapping them really, against my cheeks. I closed my eyes and stifled a moan that fell into her soles, and the last thing I saw was her wicked smile as she covered my face again.

She gave me one last good push and then set her feet down on my thighs.

“So that’s a little taste, just to get things started” she said, putting her hands on her knees and spreading her legs. “And it is always good, no matter what the next step is, to go ahead and do at least that much.”

I watched her turn and smile to the other girls, and I hung my head and looked around at them too. There was a range of emotions across their faces; Jamie had an unstirred, matter-of-fact expression, I could tell Autumn and Erika were a little shocked, Ally looked enticed and intrigued, Lindsay looked positively delighted, and Whitney and Erin looked deviously smug.

I sighed and began feeling hot in my neck and cheeks, sure that I must look flushed.

“Now I do want to cover the basics of a foot rub before we move on to the real worship. Like I said, it’s good to start out with a little domination to put them in their place, but once you’ve established your control it’s good to make them rub them so that you can get relaxed.”

She held her right foot up to my chest and gave me a look, raising her eyebrows slightly, and with only that implicit prompting I took it in my hands and began rubbing. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, sighing as she reached up to let down her hair.

“Mm,” she sighed, leaning back and settling in. “Okay, so the purpose of this is pretty obvious, just pure relaxation and pleasure, and it’s also a chance for your slave to worship and serve you without you having to do anything other than sit back and enjoy.”

She nodded at me and I began pushing on her soles and her toes.

“If you’ve trained them properly they’ll begin with a few kisses. Kiss my feet slave! Good. And then they’ll rub them with your socks or stockings on for a few minutes, take them off and give your feet a nice tongue bath, suck your toes and your foot as a whole a bit, and then they’ll wash them with a nice hot towel with a little essential oil on it, and oil them up and give you a full, deep massage. Then they’ll wipe them again and it’s back on with the stinky socks.”

A few of the girls giggled softly at this and I saw Jessica catch Ally’s eye and give her a little wink as she traded the foot on my thigh for the one in my hands.

“It’s a great way to relax at the end of the day, and a great way to pamper and rejuvenate your feet so that you end up feeling fresh and clean, even when your socks actually reek.

“Now I’m sorry to say that we don’t have time to go through the whole process if we want to get to the rest of what we want to cover tonight, and I’d like for you all to get a little practice with some of these things too, so I’m gonna go ahead and move on, but know for sure that this is not normally something you want to rush. It should be a deeply sensual experience, and it’s wonderful for making you feel cared for and appreciated and adored.”

She casually lifted her feet back to my face, and again I was submerged in her stink. She began wiping them on my cheeks again as she continued.

“So the real main event is the foot smothering, some more of what I’ve been doing already, but before we get to that there’s another thing or two we can do to break this slave. Remember, submission is a gradual process every time, so once you’ve gotten things started and put them in their place you want to make things a little hard on them so that they know you mean business.

“I want us to go over a little of what I call pedestaling, and we’ll move on into a little classic trampling along with that and we’ll see they’re very connected.

“So Erika, I actually thought this might be something good for you to try, would you come up here? And… Whitney? Would you come too so we can help her balance?”

Erika’s eyes got big when she heard her name, and she looked surprised for a second, but she grinned. She got up, setting her notes in her chair and smoothing out the front of her shirt, and she headed up towards us.

“Lay down on the mat, slave. Next to the bed.”

When I got there she had stood up and put the pillow under my head as the three of them stood over me.

“Okay sweetie,” she said to Erika. “Let’s have you take off those very cute shoes and we’ll start by just standing over his head with one foot on either side.”

Erika nodded, tucking a strand of her pale red hair behind her ear, and she put a hand on Whitney’s shoulder while she used her toes to pull off her paisley-patterned pale blue slip ons. Jessica bent down and set them together next to the be, and Erika took a little step and positioned herself. I looked up her faded jeans at her slim, slight frame towering over me and she gave me a nervous smile.

“Okay,” said Jessica as she and Whitney came up on either side of Erika and stood next to her. “Now let’s go ahead and stare down at him a bit. Eye contact is big here, like we’ve gone over. Give it a few moments and let him drink you in. You want your slave transfixed, and you want all of their attention up above or in front of them, otherwise they won’t pick up on all the little subtleties of your dominance. They won’t really get the full effect.”

She put her arm around Erika and Whitney did the same.

“So I can tell you’re a little hesitant? A little nervous?”

Erika turned to look at her and nodded silently.

“Okay, that’s fine,” she continued. “That’s actually why I wanted you to try this.” She slid her hand down Erika’s back, rubbing it softly, and kept it there as she continued, addressing the class. “A lot of new dommes are nervous when they try this out for the first time but I think you’ll find it incredibly satisfying when you can finally relax into it. I know we all have a lot of sympathy for our poor little slave here,” she bumped me with her foot, “But he’s more than capable of taking it.” She turned back to Erika. “So once you feel like you’re ready, go ahead and lift up your right foot and just hold it about six inches over his face.”

Erika shifted her weight to her left side and lifted her dirty grey ankle socked foot above me. I stared up at her, and at it as Jessica continued.

“So now we’re presenting again but in a different context. You want them to consider their being beneath you, and you want to let them prepare for what’s going to happen next. Now go ahead and lower your foot down on his face.”

Erika nodded at Jessica and then gave me a shrug and a sideways grin before pushing her foot into my face.

“There,” said Jessica. “That’s nice, isn’t it? Now just feel him underneath your feet, get used to it, let your weight down. That’s it. And when you’re ready switch out for your other foot.”

I felt Erika’s sock and the crustiness of it mash into me as she gingerly let her weight down. She held it there for a few moments, adjusting, and then switched her legs, and then Jessica had her step back off of me.

“Okay,” she said. “We’re going to have you step onto his chest now, and don’t worry, he’ll be more than able to handle your weight. Part of the essence of submission is demonstrating how much one is able to take from a domme, so go ahead and give him the chance to be strong for you.”

Erika looked down at me nervously, but seemed calmed by what Jessica had said, and she slowly and sweetly stepped onto me, pressing my back into the floor. I did my best not to groan or sigh too heavily, knowing that it might distress her, and she gradually stabilized herself with Whitney and Jessica’s help.

“Good, okay. Careful not to lock your knees, try your best to relax. Shoulders back, think poise and elegance. Very good!”

She reached her hands in front of her, still leaning into Erika to support her, and she clapped her hands together and all of the other ladies joined in.

“Yes! Very good. Now ladies, this is what I refer to as pedestaling. It is simply submitting them to your entire physical being, making them your floor, letting them prop you up. If you keep your position on their chest they should have no problem laying beneath you, and the mere sensation of being pressed to the floor should really give them a lot to think about when it comes to knowing and respecting your presence. Even the weight of a tiny thing like Erika here will make quite an impression, and from your perspective I think you will find there’s nothing quite like it for letting you feel the real extent of your natural power.

“So now we’ll move into trampling, okay? Use this position on his chest as your anchor, and just move your legs and body around. Take a step back on to his belly, go ahead, good, and then step back to his chest. Good!

“Now you can do your trampling in a number of ways, you can step on and off of your slave, you can step on their face, you can step on their genitals a little, you can even transfer your whole weight up onto another area for a moment before coming back to the chest. Go ahead, Erika, move around a little and try things.”

I cringed a little here and there as she stepped across my body and on and off my face, but I tried to keep my expression placid and relaxed as I suffered beneath Erika’s feet.

“So if you stay aware you’ll be able to tell how far you’re pushing them, how much they can take, when it’s good to move and where it’s good to stay. It’s one of those things that really just takes practice to develop your technique.

“Okay, good, go ahead and step off of him. Thank you, Erika. Let him kiss your feet to show his gratitude, very nice. Let’s all thank Erika together.”

The girls all clapped again and Erika and Whitney headed back for their seats, smiling. I took the chance to breath heavily a few times, and then Jessica ordered me back to a seated position next to the bed. I was beginning to become exhausted, and actually began to feel grateful that it was nearing time for me to be smothered in feet, that I could relax into the smelling and kissing and just let that be enough.

“Okay,” she said, eyeing me a little. “It looks like even that little bit has had quite an effect on our slave, and I think he’s finally ready to be given the opportunity to do some foot worship. Who can come up and help me demonstrate? Autumn? And actually, Ally, why don’t we have you come up too and then maybe I can touch a little bit on sharing your footslave with a friend.”

Autumn and Ally got up and started walking to the front, and Jessica had them sit down on the edge of the bed in front of me. Ally was the first to kick off her worn, busted red Vans and I caught a little whiff of her wafting towards me from her dark blue ankle socks, but when Autumn took off her thick, beefy high top Osiris skate shoes, I immediately was almost floored by the stink.

It must have had an effect on Ally and Jessica too, because Ally wrinkled her nose a little bit and Jessica smiled at both of them.

“Wow, Autumn, how long on these?”

Autumn smiled, lifting up her plain white crew socks to show the dirty, yellowed bottoms, flexing and pointing her toes.

“Just 2 days actually, but I wore them to work at the bar and I move so much when I’m working. Plus I guess I just have stinky feet anyway.”

“Haha,” Jessica responded approvingly. “You mean you’re just naturally gifted. Okay, just go ahead and present them and then put them on his face.”

I shuddered slightly as Autumn held her soles in front of me, and then before I knew it my face was buried in them, and I could sense myself being covered in her stink. I whined softly and heard Jessica’s voice again.

“So with footdom, this position here is the ultimate. Mistress elevated above the slave, whether in a chair or on the bed, or in some other way, even from a swing or the kitchen counter, both feet on the face, covering it completely, with your heels on the chin and your toes on the eyebrows or above depending on your size. You can either work up to this or you can start there and work your way back.

“In this position you can either leave your feet still, really take your time making them wait to see when you’re going to release them, or you can rub them back and forth, or you can even just raise up slightly on your insteps and put some pressure on the outside of the face and then shift the opposite way, bringing the pressure back to the center of the face. You can also control from the knees and the calves, pressing forward and back, and you can control from the ankles, using them to shift your slave’s face up or down.” She asked Autumn to demonstrate each of these as she spoke.

“Alright Autumn, go ahead. Let’s make him sniff now.” Autumn pulled her feet off me, and then stuck out her right one and shoved it up against my nose.

“Now for sniffing, this is the best position here. Again, mistress elevated, toes spread or flexed back, the ball of the foot pressed up against the top lip, and if you want to you can use your toes to gently push up on the tip of the nose, opening up the nostrils. You’ll want to use this position as an anchor, coming back to it after you make them smell your heels or your arches, or after holding your feet slightly away from their face for a few moments while they sniff.

“You can also drop them down slightly and make a little cave with your toes, cupping both sets around their nose and even pulling down on it slightly from time to time.

“The thing about sniffing is if you just leave your feet in one place they’ll get used to the smell, they’ll adjust to it and they won’t perceive it as intensely,” Autumn placed her other foot on my face and started rubbing both of them back and forth, “so you want to make them smell for a few moments and then change it up, but you should always go back to the main position,” she stuck her feet back under my nose, “because that’s where your feet are the smelliest.”

Autumn dropped her feet as Jessica sat down next to them, and before I knew it her teal socks were back on my face.

“So now we’re going to introduce a tiny element of verbal humiliation, which we can talk more about in another class.” She adjusted her feet a little and put her arms around her knees, and then in a loud, confident voice, she said, “Smell my feet!” I did as she said. Her feet smelled terrible, but I was so hypnotized and worn out that I couldn’t help smelling them like she wanted.

“Okay. So you can repeat this as many times as you want, sometimes it’s good to go ahead and command them a second or third time even after they’ve acquiesced. It just reinforces your authority and reminds them of their place. And you can be as simple or as detailed as you like. I said ‘smell my feet’, which is kind of general, but I could have said ‘smell my socks’, or ‘smell my stinky socks’, or something a little more playful, like ‘sniff my dirty socks, footboy’, and you can modify it however you like, so it’s really up to you.”

She dropped her feet again, and Autumn took back over.

“Autumn, you try a little.”

“Come on footboy,” she said, stuffing her toes under my nose and pushing on it, “Smell those feet! That’s right, sniff ’em like a good little footslave.”

Autumn’s scent was so strong as to be assaulting, but I did as she commanded and sniffed.

“Very nice,” continued Jessica. “Now let’s let Ally get in on it too. Ally? Go ahead and lift up your feet to the edge of the bed and I’m gonna have Autumn push his face towards you. Good, yeah. Now you take over for a minute and then push it back to her.”

There was a brief moment when I caught sight of Ally’s relaxed, self-assured, and wicked expression before she covered my face too. Her socks smelled almost as bad as Jessica’s but there was a musky touch of sage and patchouli in them too, like she had rubbed her feet with an oil here or there before putting them back in her shoes. She went through the positions and pushed my face back to Autumn, who made me sniff for a minute before pushing me back to Jessica, and so on.

I began whimpering harder as the smell of their feet overwhelmed me, and they passed me around a few times, taunting me, before Jessica began pulling off her socks and dropping them in my lap. As Autumn passed me to Ally she followed suit, and Ally did the same when her turn was up, and so when Autumn covered my face again with her hot, bare feet Jessica and Ally joined her, and they all laughed and pushed into me at the same time.

“Okay, let’s have him do some licking and sucking now.”

The girls all pulled back and Jessica proudly held out the sole of her right foot, instructing me to lick it from top to bottom and not to stop until I was told to. When she was satisfied she let me shift to her left foot, and slowly I made my way down the line, until I had licked all six of their feet a dozen times or more. Then she had Ally stick her toes in my mouth and they made me suck their feet in reverse order, toe by toe and then Jessica even did some coaching that involved Autumn and Ally shoving their entire foot in and making me suck.

“Good!” Jessica finally said, pulling her feet back to the bed. “That’s the way it’s done! Now finally, we’ll talk a little bit about orgasm control and forcing them to cum under your feet. A good footslave should be ready by this point, and normally I’d have worked in an orgasm for myself before we even got to the foot play. It’s never wise to let your slave cum before you’re satisfied, but for our purposes here we’ll assume that you as the Mistress have been well taken care of beforehand.”

She got up and ordered me to stand, asking Ally to join her on my opposite side. Jessica reached down to pull down my pants and underwear, and finally she pulled Lindsay’s sock off of my dick and asked Ally to grab me by the balls as she stuffed the sock in my mouth. She put her hand gently on my throat and they each grabbed a cheek of my ass and pulled on it, and I was very hard in no time, and out of nowhere Lindsay appeared with a little bottle of lubricating liquid and handed it off to Jessica.

Jessica released my throat and her side of my ass as she lubed up her hand. “Now you can play with this throughout your foot play, edge them a bit and make sure they’re desperate to cum, especially if you’re training a new footslave who maybe isn’t as eager and willing to worship your feet as they ought to be, you can make it a condition of their orgasm privileges. Personally I don’t let any of my slaves cum without at least my socks in their face or my toes in their mouth, for me that’s a condition regardless, but you can use your own discretion. It’s best to really cover their face just at the point where they let go and cum, and to press down hard while they spurt.”

She grabbed my ass again and I sighed heavily as her wet hand glided over and gripped my penis, and she expertly began working the shaft and teasing the head. I moaned into Lindsay’s sock and knew that my cumming, humiliated, in front of all of these ladies was inevitable. Ally tugged gently on my balls as Jessica pulled on me, and then Jessica suddenly invited all the seated women to come around where they could see better.

One by one I saw their faces come into view around me. Jamie even sat down next to Autumn, whose feet still rested gently on the edge of the bed. Lindsay climbed up on the bed behind them, Erika and Whitney were over on my right behind Ally, and Erin came up behind Jessica on my left. It got quiet for a moment, all of them watching me expectantly, only the sound of Jessica’s hand breaking the silence, and then she started to speak again.

“Suck that sock, slaveboy.” I whined and sucked, and she and Ally strengthened their respective grips, lifting my ass up high.

My breathing got heavier and more determined, and Autumn lifted her soles up and said, “Cum for these feet slave.”

She held them out in front of my face, letting the view of them overwhelm me, tapping lightly at my nose and cheeks, and flexing and pointing her toes over and over again. My eyes traveled all over them, from her tiny, pearl anklet to her bare, naked toenails, to the wrinkles and creases of her wet, shiny soles. Jessica nodded at her and she slowly brought them down onto my face as I felt my orgasm start, taking over my body. She pressed them down hard and I fell into the grip of the other two women, but then at the last second as I was finally cumming she slapped at my face quickly and brought her feet down in front of my dick.

Jessica laughed and guided my spurt onto Autumn’s toes, and all the girls collectively sighed and cooed as they watched me anoint them, covering them in ribbons of my warm, white cum.

“Haha, nice touch Autumn,” she said.

I huffed and puffed through Lindsay’s sock, my eyes blearily surveying the group, and Jessica nodded at Ally, who released me from her grip.

“Do you know what you’re going to do now, slave?” she asked, reaching to push her fingers past my lips and pulling the sock from my mouth. “Get back on your knees. Pretty Autumn can’t have your cum on her perfect feet can she? You’re going to lick it all off. You’re going clean up your mess, and when you’re finished you’re going to thank her for letting you cum on her feet.”

She let me go and pinned my swollen dick to the floor with her foot, and to try and appease her I leaned down and started licking. The warm, salty taste mixed with the taste of Autumn’s feet, and I looked up at her as grinned back down at me, watching me lick my cum from her toes, and then she wiggled and inspected them when I was finished.

“Good,” she said gruffly. “What are you waiting for? Thank me!”

The girls all looked at me. I breathed through my nose and my face fell. I knew I couldn’t speak with a mouthful of cum and foot sweat. Jessica ground her foot down on my cock and helplessly I finally swallowed, cleared my throat, and said, “Thank you Mistress Autumn for letting me cum on your feet.”

All the girls sighed and smiled, and a few of them laughed. Jessica took her foot from off of me and looked around at all of them as she ruffled my hair. “Now that’s how a slave should cum! Haha.

“So now why don’t we all go back and move our chairs into a circle for our cool down discussion and then we’ll wrap things up?”

The girls all stood up and began dragging their chairs together, and Jessica looked down at me rather sweetly while they did it.

“Go ahead and get where all of your feet can reach the middle,” she said, pulling her socks back on, and I realized what was about to happen. The girls’ chairs were tight next to each other, but they had left a space for Jessica’s, and as she dragged her chair to the edge of the circle she signaled for me to come. I crawled to her and she guided me into the middle, instructed me to lie on my back with my head in the center, stepped inside, and then closed the circle by placing her chair over my legs.

She smiled and gave a look to the others as she sat down, and one by one they all brought their feet on top of me. I lost track of who was where but they all traded places periodically as they spoke, one or two of them taking turns on my face while the rest of them pushed gently on my chest and arms.

“So,” she said. “Questions now. Who’s still unclear about something or has something we didn’t cover that they want to discuss?”

Whitney raised her hand and spoke up. “So what about lifestyle with this? What are some things you can do to incorporate this into a more full-time situation?”

“Yes,” replied Jessica, “There is a lot that you can do actually.

“For starters you can keep in touch when you exercise or go to the gym, let them know what you’ve been doing and the effect it’s been having on your feet. Even remark on the weather, saying how hot it’s been and how much your feet are sweating, or how you had to wear big thick socks because of how cold it is. Similarly, if you’ve been on your feet for a while and they’re achy you can let your slave know that they’ll be needing some attention. So part of it, day to day, is just communicating actively about your feet and their current situation.

“If you’re at the supermarket or a big box store together you can make sure you wander through the socks and hosiery section, browse around and pick a few things out. You can also visit the bath care section and look for salt scrubs, oils and essential oils for your massages, that kind of thing. And of course, a new pair of shoes is always an exciting development. Taking them to the shoe store and making them help and watch you try on a dozen different pairs is an excellent lifestyle submission.

“You can also let them take over the laundry duties for your socks and hosiery, and it’s actually good to include your other underwear with that as well. I actually have a separate hamper for my useful socks, the ones that I could get some more wear out of before they’re washed. If they get dirty dirty or if I decide they’re getting too gross to put back on my feet they go in the regular hamper, and they’re washed at the next opportunity. The others though are handy because I can grab a pair I’ve already started if I know I’m going to submit my slave that day, and I don’t have to worry about the smell not being strong enough. But, you know, making them care for your underclothes is a nice little duty and task for them, and you can decide whether to let them use the washing machine, or whether they have to use their hands or even their mouths to clean them depending on their behavior.

“And if you live together, of course, or if you come over to their place, you can always make sure they vacuum and mop the floors so that the ground you walk on inside the home is as clean as possible.

“If any of you have any other ideas I’d love to hear them.”

Jamie said, “Well I’d like it if my slave dressed my feet in the morning, at least in the shoes I’m going to wear for the day. Put them on me and tie them or buckle the straps. And then take them off me when I get home.”

“Yes,” replied Jessica. “That’s a great one. And it doesn’t just have to be when you’re going out, you know, you can have them fetch and put on your slippers if you’re starting to get cozy, bring you some nice, thick socks if you’re getting cold.”

“Ooh, yeah,” said Jamie. “I like that.”

“And of course you can always make them treat your feet to a milk bath or learn to give you a pedicure. Anything else? What other questions do you have?”

Erin looked down at her socked toes and wiggled them against my cheek.

“Well, you talked about the power of the smell and how to get them stinky, and believe me, that’s no problem for me, but what do you do when they’re not?”

“Yes, okay,” replied Jessica. “And I like that you asked that question. Of course, your feet won’t always be as smelly and ripe as you want them to be, and there may be times when you want to subject your slave to your feet when they’re fresh out of the shower or on a day when you’re starting a new pair of socks.

“Basically I would say that while your scent is one of your most powerful tools, it certainly isn’t your only one. You can always apply more pressure with your legs, rub their face a little more, and be more active with your toes. That will help with your control. I also will taunt my slave verbally in a different way, things like, ‘Nice and clean this time. Lucky you. Don’t get used to it.’ Or I’ll tell them how long I plan to wear them and remind them that it’s day one. So I play with them psychologically a little more since the experience is less visceral. And all of these are good things to do anyway, but you can rely on them more when things are a little lighter.

“And also, if you want to give them a little something to deal with, you can play with yourself a little and get nice and wet, and then you can make them watch you wipe it up with your socks before you put them on.”

The girls nodded a bit and smiled, and Erin grinned and rubbed me again.

“How important,” asked Ally, “do you think the kind of mystery element of it is?”

“Mystery?”

“Yeah, like when you were talking about the reveal when you take off your shoes and that kind of thing?”

“Oh!” she said. “Yes! Okay, so with that you can really draw it out, and tease and tantalize and all the rest of it, but there’s no reason that you always have to keep them sort of locked away.

“You can easily get their attention while you’re wearing something as simple as flip flops, or even pretty socks with Birkenstocks or sport sandals. I love to tease a slave with dangling, which is one of my favorite things about my clogs or moccasins, and it’s something I love with heels when I’m wearing stockings, especially if we’re in a public place.

“So I wouldn’t say you have to keep them a secret or anything. If your shoes are enclosed a good slave will be wondering, and the reveal thing is a good way to exploit that, but you can display your feet proudly in any way you want and still be able to get into their heads. I think the main thing to remember is just not to forget the power that they have simply because you’re being more casual and open with them.”

“Do you ever adorn your feet?” It was Autumn this time.

“Sure! You mean like toe rings and anklets, that kind of thing?”

“Yeah,” she said. “And was also thinking of getting some, like, where the anklet and toe ring are connected?”

Several of the girls murmured and cooed.

“Oh, yes! The barefoot jewelry. Those are great. You should see the look on their faces when you put those on just to wear around the house.

“I mean really, it’s just about expressing yourself. The jewelry, polish if you want it, your choice of socks or hosiery, it’s just about treating your feet as the magical extension of yourself that they are. And treating yourself, you know? Being good to yourself. Pedicures, stuff at the spa, dressing them up, making sure your slave massages and worships them, it’s all really about making you fee the way that you deserve to feel and the way you really are.”

There was a little collective sigh and a round of smiles that spread around the circle, and all at once it seemed like the evening was coming to a close.

“Well alright ladies, I think if there’s nothing else then that’s a good place to leave it. We can all go around the circle and let our slave give each of you a final kiss of gratitude. I’ll be working on next week’s class which will be the basics of breaking and training a slave, and I hope you all can make it out for that. Thank you all for coming.”

The girls each put on their shoes and stood up, dragging their chairs back into place and breaking off into little groups for conversation as they gathered their things. Jessica got up and did the same, and I laid there on the floor with my eyes closed, naked and spent and feeling, oddly, a peculiar sense of loss that it was over.

Jessica brought me my clothes and helped me get dressed, and as the girls got ready to head upstairs she led me up to the front door and had me kneel.

“Kiss their feet goodbye and say ‘thank you’ as they walk out the door.”

I did as she said and thanked each girl by name as they left. Then she closed the door and chatted idly with Lindsay about next week and whether they’d be able to get together in the meantime. They hugged and Jessica opened the door, having me kiss Lindsay’s feet goodbye as well, and then she got me up and we walked back to her car.

As I shut the door and buckled myself in, she thanked me in earnest and told me she couldn’t have been more pleased with how things went. I was in a daze, or really almost a trance, the weight of what had taken place sinking in, and I thanked her too and told her that I really enjoyed it a great deal.

We talked about nothing, and about some more general life kind of stuff on the way until we arrived back at my apartment. She gave me the biggest hug and thanked me again, giving me compliments and saying how valuable she thought my contribution was to the class.

As we separated she looked at me with something special in her eyes , brushed my hair softly and said, “Same time next week?”


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