I became her wanton slave at her feet.

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I was her eternal slave.
It was the summer after my freshman year of college. It was a summer I'll never forget.

No one was home that summer. I was home alone. I was usually bored at home, so I often watched TV, especially sports games. She was a woman who lived across the street from me. Or rather, a girl, because she looked only a little over 20.

She had only recently moved in; she was a flight attendant and very wealthy. The first time I saw her, I was almost captivated—a stunning figure, a captivating face, large eyes, long, jet-black hair, an orange-red bra under a slightly sheer white blouse, a short leather skirt revealing her long, beautiful legs, flesh-colored sheer stockings shimmering alluringly under the lights, and black high heels. A girl like that should have many suitors, but I'd never seen her with a man.

I had a couple of chances to talk to her and found her to be a very talkative girl. Once, she even invited me to her house for tea. She even envied me for being a college student while she hadn't received much education.
That afternoon, I was watching a football game when the power suddenly went out. I opened the door and found that everyone else still had power. So I checked the fuse, and sure enough, it was the culprit. I immediately went back inside to look for the fuse, but to no avail. I was standing at the door, stunned, when she came back. Seeing my house was pitch black, she asked, "What happened? The power went out?" I told her what had happened. She smiled and said,

"Come to my house and watch TV! You haven't eaten yet, have you? Eat with me." I agreed.
I ate and continued watching TV. She seemed tired and said to me, "I'm going to take a shower, I'll watch with you in a bit."

A little while later, she came out. Because I was so engrossed in watching, I only noticed her when she walked up to me. I turned my head and almost had my eyes pop out. An orange-red bra and panties, with a transparent robe over them, and a pair of slightly purple transparent stockings hanging from a belt inside the panties with garters. The stockings were the pure nylon kind, thin and with a very nice feel.

She sat down next to me, handed me a bottle of beer, and said, "Have a drink, I brought this back from America."
I took it and drank it, then watched TV, not daring to look at her. After sitting for a while, she said to me, "You watched TV and ate here, shouldn't you repay me?"

"Hehehe, of course! I'd go through fire and water for you."
"Hahaha, don't regret it. Were you serious?"
"A man's word is his bond."

A little while later, she went back to her room. When she came out, she had a bag. She threw it in front of me. I heard a clanging sound, like metal. I glanced at her, and she smiled and said, "This is for you, I want you to be my..."

"What?"
"Open it and you'll see." I opened the bag and saw: a whip, a collar, shackles, handcuffs, chains, candles... My face turned red instantly.

"Don't be shy. Being my slave is much better than going through fire and water! You can't escape today, I've locked the door. You'd better behave, or you'll be sorry." She said in a provocative voice.

"I have some good stuff, wait a minute." Before I could speak, she went back inside. Hearing her words, I was terrified. Such a beautiful girl actually likes...

She came out. She was carrying a lot of stockings. They were all the pure nylon ones she wore, they felt great. Some were pantyhose.

She walked up to me and said, "Now I declare you officially my slave. From now on, you have no freedom, your life is in my hands, everything you do is under my control. If you disobey, I will be ruthless! Okay, now kneel down."

Hearing her words, my legs and arms went weak involuntarily. While I was still hesitating, the whip had already struck me. I seemed to have no strength to resist, and I knelt down at her feet.

"From now on, you must worship everything about me, not just my body but also what I wear. Like my stockings. Now I'll train you to worship my stockings, so take off your clothes and pants."

"Do I have to take off my pants too? Let's skip that," I said. "
Smack!" Another smack, this time aimed at my genitals.

"You should say 'Yes, Master,' understand?" Although the smack wasn't hard, it was still quite dangerous. If she used force, I'd be finished. I quickly said, "Yes, Master," and started taking off my clothes. By this time, my little brother was already disobedient and getting excited. I embarrassedly took off my pants, leaving only my underwear.

"Take off your underwear too."

"Yes, Master." I slowly took off my underwear, and my little brother had become quite large. I was very embarrassed and lowered my head. I didn't dare to look at her, but she seemed to smile for a moment, then stopped immediately.

"Your little brother isn't big yet! Don't be disobedient. Put this on."

Saying this, she handed me a chastity belt. After I put it on, my little brother was constricted. I was instantly excited, but it held me down and I couldn't get it up. Then she took out another pair of stockings, the kind that are pantyhose. She put one stocking leg on my hand, then put my hand inside the other and wrapped it around a few times. This pulled the pantyhose in the middle into a bunch. She then put that one on my other hand. Now both of my hands were covered in stockings. Both wrists were also tightly bound by the stockings, and connected in the middle, like handcuffs.

I was thinking, when the cold handcuffs were already on my wrists. They were real handcuffs, very heavy. It would have been even more uncomfortable if it weren't for the stockings. But with my hands wrapped in her stockings, it felt very comfortable when my hands were together. That silky feeling was wonderful.

"Is it comfortable?"
"Yes, Master."

Then she went behind me and put shackles on my feet, also real, very heavy. There was also a collar, tightly against my neck, and locked, connected to an iron chain. She tried the iron chain.

She lifted my chin with her hand, looking at my disheveled state with a smile, and said, "My slave is not bad. Quite obedient. Here's a reward for you—give me a foot massage."

"Yes, Master." Saying this, she fastened one end of the chain to the sofa leg, then sat on the sofa and placed her jade-like feet in front of me.
"Thank you for your grace, Master."

Looking at her beautiful feet in front of me, I quickly picked them up with my handcuffed hands. They were very delicate feet. Not a single thick layer of dead skin. A very delicate foot. Not a single thick layer of dead skin. A foot bath. The tender feet looked especially alluring through the transparent stockings. I began to massage her.

Under her tutelage, I learned how to make her feel comfortable. She enjoyed my massage. At the same time, I enjoyed the feeling of touching her feet. My hands roamed over her feet through the stockings, the stockings on my hands rubbing against the stockings on her feet, the feeling was too wonderful. I knelt at her feet, handcuffed, shackled, and collared. The clanking of the chains excited me. She, however, watched TV and drank beer with ease, completely ignoring my existence.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally made me stop.
"Are my feet beautiful?" she asked.

I said, "Yes. Master's feet are the most beautiful in the world."
She thought for a moment and said, "Then are you willing to be my slave for life?"

"Yes. I am willing to be Master's servant for life."
She was so beautiful; she had not only taken away my physical freedom but also controlled my mind. I no longer belonged to myself.

"Good, now lick my feet, massage them with your teeth and tongue. Don't drool on my feet. Understand?"
"Yes, Master!"

Before I could finish speaking, her foot was already in my mouth. Instinctively, I leaned back, losing my balance because of the handcuffs, and ended up grabbing her foot. She laughed at my reaction.

"Give me a massage! What are you doing holding my foot? Use your mouth!"

I cupped her foot in my mouth, gently biting her toes, then her soles and heels. Next, I licked her foot with my tongue. Because of the stockings, she couldn't feel it clearly. "Snap!" I received another lash.

"Use more force!"
"Yes, Master. But you're wearing stockings, so you might not feel it."

"Snap!" Another lash, this time without the gentleness, clearly with force.

"Who told you to be so talkative? I'm going to make you lick my foot through the stockings. You lowly slave, do you even have the right to touch my feet? Letting you touch my stockings is already a great favor. If you don't behave well today, you'll regret it."

"Yes, Master." Afraid she would hit me again, I cupped her foot and licked it forcefully.
"That's it." After a while, she switched to making me lick one foot. She was finally satisfied. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do my feet smell good?"
"Yes, Master. I'd be happy to massage you every day."

That must have been what I truly felt. I was completely immersed in the role. I couldn't control myself at all, and with my hands and feet bound, I could only let her play with me and manipulate me.

"You've improved. Now, as a reward, you can use your face as my sofa." She stood up after saying that. Holding the chain from her collar, she walked behind me and pulled hard, causing me to fall to the ground.

"Get between my legs." I was handcuffed and shackled, making it difficult to move. She impatiently pulled hard on the chain. My neck was suddenly constricted, it was so uncomfortable. I struggled desperately and finally moved between her legs. I felt like my nose was being pressed crooked as she unceremoniously sat on me. My entire face was pressed under her buttocks. My nose was facing her genitals. I could only breathe in her scent with difficulty. I could smell a fragrance through her panties. It was wonderful. Just when I was about to give up, she finally got up.

"Does it smell good?"
"Yes, Master."

"Then I'll reward you with something even better. Come on!"
"Yes, Master." I awkwardly got up.

"Who told you to get up? Crawl."
"Yes, Master." I immediately crawled on the ground, but my hands were handcuffed together, so I couldn't crawl.

She glanced at me: "Then you can walk on your knees. From now on, you'll walk like this, remember?"

She pulled the chain towards the toilet. With my feet shackled, I struggled forward on my knees. When we got to the toilet, she tied the chain to the water pipe next to the toilet and sat down to urinate. After she finished, she got up, turned her back to me, and stuck her buttocks up to my face.

"Didn't you just say it smelled good? Then lick it clean."
"Yes, Master. But I didn't say your pee..." This time I wasn't beaten.

"So you're saying my pee doesn't smell good?"
"No, Master." I didn't dare argue with her. She took out a pair of pantyhose and wiped the remaining urine off her buttocks.
"Didn't you just say my feet and urine smelled good? These are the ones I wore. They have both scents, enjoy them."

She then pried open my mouth and stuffed the pantyhose inside. She then used another pair of pantyhose to gag my mouth, tying a knot behind my head. This way, I couldn't spit the pantyhose out of my mouth no matter what I did.

Actually, I'm very clean. I feel uncomfortable even with other people's saliva on me, let alone urine. But this time, for some reason, I didn't feel disgusted at all. Instead, I thought of her faint fragrance and felt it was quite nice. I would have been willing to lick her just now. It was just that she didn't force me because of her pride, so I let it go.

She then pulled me back to the living room by the chain. That's when she saw my engorged penis.

"You filthy slave, you're disobeying again." She said, opening the chastity belt.

She took another pair of pantyhose. First, she tied a knot at the base of my penis, then wrapped it around my penis, layer by layer, upwards. She tied a knot under my glans and then put on the chastity belt. My penis was now tightly bound. This time, she made me lie face down on the sofa. I thought, finally, I wouldn't have to kneel anymore.

She tied the handcuffs and shackles to the anchor points at both ends of the sofa, securing me there. Then she put a pair of pantyhose over my head; through the stockings, I could still vaguely see outside. But then she blindfolded me. Suddenly, everything went black. I could only hear her turn on the TV. Then she sat on my back.

All I could hear from the TV were men shouting, women laughing, and the sound of whipping. She watched while whipping my buttocks with the leather whip in her hand. Although she wasn't using much force, it still hurt. Every now and then, hot things dripped onto my back; I guessed it was candle wax. But with her stockings in my mouth, I couldn't scream.

"Is it comfortable?" she asked again after a long time. This time, I couldn't answer.
"Mmm...mmm..." I made sounds I couldn't even understand myself. Then she whipped me again.
"Can't you nod? Do I have to teach you?"

So I nodded vigorously, as if I were kowtowing and begging for mercy. Finally, she stopped another round of torture. Actually, it wasn't really torture. She was just playing with me and embarrassing me.

She untied the ropes, then unlocked the handcuffs, and removed the stockings from my hands, head, mouth, and penis. Only the shackles and collar remained on my body. I suddenly felt very empty. "Go take a shower, wash yourself clean. Crawl over there. And don't close the door."
"Yes, Master." I crawled into the bathroom and started washing. But she came in after only a short while. She made me wash my penis clean.

After I finished washing, she didn't put a chastity belt on me, leaving me naked. She pulled me to her bedroom. There was a large bed inside. There were postposts at both ends of the bed. There were two handcuffs on the post at the head of the bed, one on each side.

"Crawl on the bed."

I did as she instructed and lay down on her bed. She took out a pair of thick white athletic socks and put them on my hands. Then she handcuffed my hands to the headboard. She then tied the ropes of my shackles to the other end of the post. Then she stuffed a pair of stockings into my mouth, gagged me as before, and put a stocking and blindfold over my head. After a while, I realized she was applying something to my anus. It was cool and slippery. I felt something being stuffed into my butt. It was swollen and painful.

"Ugh... um..."

I wanted to scream but couldn't. She unlocked the handcuffs, let me turn over, and then handcuffed me again. At this point, she seemed to be tickling me all over with feathers. Then she licked my body randomly. I excitedly twisted my body, and my hands and feet started to move. Luckily, there were thick socks on my wrists through the handcuffs, otherwise my wrists would definitely have been chafed. With my

hands and feet handcuffed, I had no choice but to lie obediently on the bed. At the same time, my penis immediately became erect. She straddled me. She aimed at my penis and sat down on it. My penis entered her body. It felt so good! She kept writhing, moving up and down, and whipping me.

Every time my penis penetrated deep inside her, she excitedly whipped me. She kept sitting on my penis. There was something stuffed in my anus, with a section sticking out. Every time she sat down hard, that thing would push into my anus. So every time she sat down hard, I had to thrust my penis upwards forcefully.

Each time, she thrust deep inside, driving her wild with excitement. But the more excited she became, the faster she beat me. I, too, reached my climax; the handcuffs, shackles, and collar clanged. I finally ejaculated. She was exhausted.

But she didn't let me go. She handcuffed my hands together, to one side of the bed, leaving the other side for her to sleep on. And so, she held me through that unforgettable night. She only removed everything from my body the next morning.

"Was last night fun?"
"Yes, Master." I was used to answering like that.

"Since you like being my slave, then from now on, when there are other people, you'll call me 'Sister,' and when no one's around, you'll call me 'Master.'"
"Okay, Sister."

"You want to die?!"
"Didn't you say you'd call me 'Sister' when there are other people around?"
"You lowly slave. I meant when there are other people around…."

From then on, I often went to her house. To be her slave. Until I went back to school. She said I'd still be her slave when I came home for vacation. She was waiting for me to serve her. I was waiting for that day too.

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