"Good Morning."

"Good morning."

"Is it a good morning, it Saturday I should be at bed not in the office doing extra work."

"Well at least it's just the two of us in the office."

"Lucky me."

Sam is your coworker, he always bullied you at work, and you never stood up for yourself. You enjoyed it especially when it is in front of other coworkers or boss. He is the tall charismatic guy your female coworkers had a crush on. Little did they all know you also did. Another secret was your foot fetish, you've never told anyone or did anything about it, but you fantasized about Sam's size 13 feet and daydreamed about them all the time.

You both started working and he made himself comfortable as he rested his feet on the desk facing you. This made you hard and less focused on your job. An hour in, he was asking you to get him stuff, prepare his breakfast, and clean his dishes. You complied with all his demands with a smile and a node. Halfway through you've barley finished any of your tasks, as his feet were taking all your focus.

"Go get me the stapler from that desk... Heyy buddy I'm talking to you."

He suddenly removed his feet from the desk and you realized what happened.

"Where you looking at my feet?"

"No... what? Did you need anything from me..."

"You freak were looking at my feet. Just when I thought you can't steep any lower."

"Why are you saying that? What do you mean?"

"Cut that bullshit off. I know you're faggot, look at how you'd anything to please me. But a foot faggot, you're so pathetic aren't you."

"No... let's just get back to work... we have to finish everything by today."

"That wasn't a question fag. Come to my side and kneel before me. Now."

You were never this scared in your life, you felt pathetic and worthless, but your dick was just getting harder than ever. You did what he ordered you to without thinking much of it.

"Yeah that's right fag. No need to lie to yourself anymore. I've had a fag in high-school and one in college, I know how to treat you well fag. Now, here's how things will work from now on, every single day you'll finish all my tasks before yours. I don't care how much overtime you work for yours. You'll address me as "Boss" even in front off our coworkers. Now I'll give you my feet to worship, but don't think you'll get them often. I might leave you my socks every now and then if you're a good fag. Now beg for my feet."

You bowed down and begged as he laughed.

"Please boss let me worship your feet. Please boss let be your fag. Please boss humiliate me. I beg you boss. I'm nothing but a lowlife faggot boss. I beg you boss make me your property."

"Pathetic, here lick my shoes clean."

His shoes were so dirty and smelly but that didn't stop you. You licked them both as hard as you can to make sure they're clean.

"Good fag, look at you taking your nutrients, maybe I should let you pass by my place and clean all my footwear. My college fag loved that."

You were so glad to hear that compliment, you made more effort in licking.

"That's enough shoes. Now take it off, I have a surprise for you."

You took his shoes off and he had no socks on, a stinky smell hit the whole office and made you almost faint. He laughed and pushed his foot on your face.

"Yeah I know you like that fag. Now you better clean them, you don't have much time. I texted my friends and they'll come and get me. I still have some tasks be sure to complete them then spend the whole night doing yours."

You didn't miss a second and attacked his feet, they were sweaty and big, his toes were perfect and his soles were soft.

"Well I guess that's it fag they're here, I have to go now."

"But boss I just started with your feet please give me some time."

He struck his foot against your face making you lose your balance and fall.

"A pathetic fag like you gets the opportunity to taste my feet and now you want more time, while fags would die to see my bare feet. I don't think you'll ever see my feet again faggot, and as a punishment I'll have your paycheck this month."

You knelt as he got his shoes on to leave and begged for forgiveness.

"I'm sorry boss. You're right. You always are, a faggot like me is lucky to be able to be kneel before you. I beg for your forgiveness boss."

"Yeah know your worth fag. For now, no foot duties to you. Let's see how good of a fag you are first."

"Yes boss. Thank you boss."

After you had a fight with your boyfriend he left the house and turned his phone off so you couldn't reach him. He sent you a text after a couple days informing you that he's at his ex's place and that they rekindled their relationship so he's breaking up with you. You begged him to come back to you, "I'll do anything" you said, you became so desperate and begged to keep you a part of his life in anyway.

Some later day someone knocked on your door. You recognized him, it was his boyfriend's ex. He invited himself in as you stood there speechless, he made himself comfortable and took his shoes off. He wasn't wearing socks so his feet stinked so bad you could bearly breath.

"Come over here don't be shy, I saw the text messages between you and my boyfriend... your ex... and you said you'd do anything to be a part oh his life. Well lucky you I always wanted my personal foot slave and servant and I think you'll be great for it."

"What is wrong with you, you steal my boyfriend and now you humiliate me in my own place and tell me to lick your disgusting feet?"

"And here I thought you'll do anything to be a part of his life. I guess I'll leave, my boyfriend is waiting for me anyway."

"What? No... stay we can figure it out."

"So do I have a new foot slave and personal servant? If your answer is anything but getting down and kissing my feet and and begging me to accept you as my slave I'll leave and you can forget about your ex."

You were so mad at how he was degrading you but their was nothing you can do about it, you couldn't imagine your life without your boyfriend... or his boyfriend now. You accepted your fate and knelt to the ground and gave each foot a kiss, you could hear him giggle as you started begging.

"Please sir nake me your foot slave and servant sir, I beg you sir."

"Oh look at you loser, you're literally begging me to spend your entire pathetic life beneath my feet so you can stay around your ex. No woner he run back to me. Now lick them clean and put my shoes back on slave, and be ready for a new life."

It's been a month since you started dating him, and things were perfect. You decided to go on a date to celebrate your one month anniversary, and after you got home things got spicy.

As you were both having sex, his phone rang.

"Yes master. I'll be ready as I always am master."

Your boyfriend finished his phone call, and without explaining or talking to you, he got dressed and knelt at the entrance of his apartment.

"Babe what are you doing? Who was on call with you?"

He didn't answer you. You were stunned as you didn't understand what was going on. He was at his knees at the door after getting a call from his "master" and you're still naked trying to understand what just happened.

The door was suddenly unlocked and a man came in. You didn't know him and he didn't acknowledge your presence, he reaches to your boyfriend's face and lifts it up.

"You miss being at my feet don't you slave?"

"Yes master."

You couldn't speak. It was like you weren't even in the room with them. Your mind was trying to interpret what was going on. Who's this man? Why is he calling your boyfriend slave? Why is your boyfriend so submissive to him? And why feet? Your boyfriend never send he's into feet.

The man got in followed by your boyfriend at his hands and knees. He sat down and your boyfriend positioned himself right underneath him. You sat there and watched your boyfriend lick the man's shoes clean, followed by sniffing and licking his socks.

Your boyfriend's obedience and submission to this man in addition to both of them not acknowledging you unexpectedly turned you on you started jerking off without thinking.

By the time your boyfriend peeled the man's socks you came all over the floor as your boyfriend started licking the man's bare feet. You watched your boyfriend aggressively lick the man's sole and as he started sucking on his toes you got hard again and jerked off a second time.

After about two hours the man stood up and got his socks and shoes on.

"Good slave."

"Thank you master."

"I'll be back soon slave."

He made his way out followed by your boyfriend at his hands and knees and you. He left and then you and your boyfriend made eye contact for the first time since he got the call...

(Story suggestion by: @heretosta)

(Video by: @flsckgd and @broztied)

"No, You promised to take me on a date, and instead you come home at midnight because you had to work overtime. You don't get a blow job from me."

"Come on babe your man is tired, it's been a long day."

"Well, you know how to apologize." He said as he wiggled his toes.

"Not now baby I'm tired, I'll take you out tomorrow."

He crossed his arms and braked eye contact with you.

"Okay... as you wish."

He giggled and started to tease you with his feet.

You got on your knees and made out with his feet, you knew how much he liked seeing you submissive at his his feet. You sucked, licked, and sniffed his feet, and ended the session with a foot rub.

"Now you can ask me for a blowjob, you're already hard too. Now get over here babe."

"Yeah you like the new outfit don't you boy. Now bark for master."

"WOOF WOOF!"

"Good boy! Yeah show me that tale wiggle, good boy. It's way better like that isn't it? You don't have to think, make choices, and worry about stuff. Just a good little puppy for master. Master will take good care of you boy. Now let master hear you bark again."

"Woof woof woof woof WOOF WOOF WOOF!"

"Good boy, good boy! You want a treat boy? Yeah come taste those feet pup. I want them clean. That's your meal for today puppy."

"WOOF woof!"

"Good boy!"

"I don't want to listen to your voice faggot, only node your head. Did you get the groceries... the PS5... the shoes I liked? Oh great put them at my feet and leave"

"Yes sir thank, thank you sir"

Without moving his face he looked at you and rolled his eyes. You noticed your mistake.

"Sorry sir..."

You stopped yourself mid sentence.

"That'll be a 600$ tax, at my feet too and get out."