barefootkitten

[barefootkitten]

This should keep you busy. I want all these shoes clean and spotless. Once you’re done with these, you can clean my sneakers as well. The amount of sweat soaked into them from months of gym workouts and morning runs isn’t easy to remove. On the bright side, I’ll be out all day, so you have until I get back to finish. And you can expect a good caning if you fail to do so. Understood?

[barefootkitten]

She tries her best to contain and carry out her punishment obediently. It was supposed to be a light tickle session, for being 20 seconds late to greet her owner when he returned home. Only her hands were to be cuffed, and she would only have to bear 20 minutes of tickling. One minute for every second she was late. But just a few scribbles at her waist sent shocks through her body, and she couldn’t help but squeak and push his wrist away. It was an accident, but her master was not pleased. Tsk tsk. Now she finds herself all bundled up, her hands isolated. Squealing and laughing as the tingles grow at her unprotected feet.

“I can’t believe you had the nerve to lay hands on me. I had a fun evening planned out, but I’ve changed my mind. You’ll receive a caning at the end as well. Do try your best not to pass out.”

The quick session ended up being extended til midnight. What could’ve been a relaxing night turned into a night of laughter and tears.

[barefootkitten]

It is indeed where you belong. And I’m sure you know why? Not just because she’s gorgeous, or because her feet are pretty. No, it’s simply because you’re wired differently. While she’s so effortlessly attractive, you’re so effortlessly attracted to her feet, the lowest point of her body. How could someone who’s so easily captivated by the sight of feet ever be called her equal? It’s as if you were born for this role, to be submissive. Now you can kneel and stare at her superior soles, and patiently hope she even bothers to reciprocate your attention.

[barefootkitten]

Isn’t this a little overkill?? She thought as her captor bundled her up, and took no risks in doing so. Her arms pinned tightly behind her with straps, legs propped up behind her, ankles crossed and bound in a strict hogtie. But then even her feet were tied together along with her pinky toes! For what? As if she even had the ability to stand up. A gag harness was wrestled onto her. She fought hard to resist it, but it took such little effort to beat that she couldn’t help but feel so small. She was left to drown in her own thoughts before the tickling began. She could only scrunch her toes and eyebrows, and strain against her bonds to try and relieve herself. She’s slowly overwhelmed by the growing tickling sensation on her helpless soles. A look of pure frustration and defeat plastered on her face as the weight of her situation becomes apparent. Poor thing.

Relax sweetheart, you’ll have plenty of fun with me!

[barefootkitten]

I am in LOVE with the contrast. I love the stunning elegance of the lady, robed in a pretty, silky white dress with expensive heels to match. Her neck and wrists adorned with the most dazzling jewelry. Her hair done perfectly and skin soft and moisturized.

And there’s the seat beneath her. Her voice shut off by the red ball gag. Her body stripped of any clothing and protection, left bare for anyone to tease. Her limbs restrained strategically, forcing her body to contort uncomfortably, but made useful for her betters. Being left like this for hours is anything but delightful, and it only gets more painful when a guest decides to use her.

The Miss does not care for the pathetic whimpers and pleas. She remains poised. Graceful. Legs crossed in an image of dominance. Even just checking her phone, her position does not waver. It’s clear as day she radiates a natural commanding aura. It isn’t fair, is it? Some were just born to rule. Others were simply born to bow their heads.

[barefootkitten]

What a desperate little foot slut 👀

You should hide under my desk worshipping my size 4s while I work.

Hey don't call me truthful names like you own the place! Are you suggesting or is that some sort of threat?? Perhaps if you show yourself we can make an arrangement? 💕

[barefootkitten]

Emily’s limbs are starting to become sore from being in such a stressful position. Particularly her ankles, wrists, and elbows which are tightly bound together, pushing her shoulder blades together. Along with the rope pulling back her hair, forcing her face up which arches her back uncomfortably. But none of this pain beats the ache of humiliation of her situation. Being bound naked and gagged with her new owner’s dirty socks, drool dripping onto the mattress. Emily can only whimper helplessly as the older woman has her way with her. Despite the ordeal, she can’t help but leak a bit from between her legs. Her new mistress crouches down to her eye level,

“I can smell that. Looks like you're just as excited about your birthday as I am. Because of that, I’ll forgive you this time, but there won’t be a next. Now sit tight as I go grab your welcome gifts.”

She giggles and plants a light kiss to the tip of her nose and walks off, leaving Emily grunting and trying not to whimper. She tries to think positive, but the taste of the sweaty sock gag remains a yucky reminder. Worst. Birthday. Ever

Emily arrived at her new owners place on her 19th birthday. The woman who bought her had known this and decided to have balloons ready to celebrate.

"Happy birthday my little slut, enjoy your cake." with that the evil older woman began to wipe Emily''s face in her ass, giggling at the muffled protests of her newly purchased slave girl.

[barefootkitten]

She was your best friend all through high school. Now you’re both in college and do almost everything together, even becoming roommates. She would bring boys home and get into relationships that never lasted. You on the other hand, slowly developed a crush for her and was too scared to tell her. A few more months pass, and you finally gather the courage to confess to her. She said yes, under the condition that she gets to dictate the relationship. You happily agree, thankful that things worked out. You couldn’t be more excited to be her girlfriend.

...

A year passes, and you wonder how you got here. At first it was amazing. Every day felt surreal, to be able to call your best friend your girlfriend. You would go on dates, party, and travel. But she slowly becomes more strict and controlling, making you do more chores, even deciding how you dressed. And when you try to question her, she would dismiss you by saying this is what you promised. Soon after, she wrapped a collar around your neck, wanting to let everyone see that you belong to her. Now it’s your one year anniversary and you’re here, kneeling before her sitting on the chair she liked to call her throne. 

“Turns out this is what suits us the best, isn’t it? I want to thank you for helping me realize that. As a reward, I have so much planned for us today. Well, mainly myself. Happy anniversary, babe.”

She pulls you towards her with a tug of your leash, cupping your face and kissing your lips. Her foot firmly presses down on your shoulder, forcing you to bow beneath her feet as she kicks her legs up to rest them on your back. A symbol of her complete control over you. Is there any way you can get out of this mess? Return to how things were? No, you’ve given her too much leverage. And you have no one to blame but yourself. 

From best friends to goddess and slave...

[barefootkitten]

Cleaning time

[barefootkitten]

You don’t know who I am?

[barefootkitten]

Yesssss

[barefootkitten]

[barefootkitten]

This is SO embarrassing...

I thought to myself as I lick the sole of my Mistress’s soft feet. How in the world did I end up being so pathetic..?

My Mistress had come home from a super long day. I greeted her at the door on my knees, helped remove her shoes and socks. She pet my hair and lead me to the living room. I followed behind her with my hands cuffed behind me. She laid down and crossed her ankles. I immediately kneel down and begin kissing her feet. Ugh they’re so sweaty and the smell is so strong! But I don’t dare stop kissing. I know her signals. When she crosses her ankles, I worship her perfect feet at once. She loves reminding me how pitiful I am.

I press soft kisses to her even softer soles. Kissing her arches, her toes, her heel. Mistress isn’t even paying attention to me. To her, I’m nothing but a slave. After repeatedly showing love and respect to her superior feet, she orders me with a simple command.

“Lick”

And that’s how I ended up licking her tired feet. Oh god, the taste is so much stronger than the aroma! Warm and salty. Mistress does enjoy having me clean her soles after a long stressful day. Her feet are also so big, there’s so much for me to clean! Along her long arches, between her toes...UGH!! Her toes twitch and wiggle in my face, like they’re mocking me.

“Do you like my pedicure, foot slut?”

“Y-Yes, your toes are stunning, Mistress Chloe”

I answer between licks, hoping I didn’t say anything wrong. She looks at me for a moment with a little smile,

“Thank you, whore. You look as pathetic as always beneath me feet”

She giggles, which leaves me blushing a cherry red. This is completely humiliating, but I can’t do anything about it. She’s so much bigger and stronger and can bully me so easily. I try to ignore my flushed cheeks and warm pussy and continue to worship her flawless feet. Eventually, she snaps her fingers and I press two final kisses to her soles before stopping. She stands up, snaps her fingers and begins walking, and I hurry to follow her. She stops me at the stairs, grabs me and pulls me towards her. Her hand slips under my shirt and begins playing with my nipple while her other hand explores my body. My hair, my ribs, my curves. I can’t help but squeak and squirm helplessly as arousal clouds my mind and slowly numbs me. I’m so powerless in her grasp.

“You know, I had SUCH a long day and I’m SO tired. I think I’ll just loosen up and relax tonight.”

I’m trying so hard not to completely melt under her touch. She knows and loves how easily flustered and controllable I am just by a little physical arousal. But I manage to form a coherent sentence.

“Y-Yes! O-Of course Mistress Chloe. Would you l-like me to run you a h-hot bath as well?”

She looks down at me, her hands suddenly stopping. She lifts my chin up so I meet her gaze. There’s a little cruel smile on her face.

“Oh no, love. You must have misunderstood me. YOU’LL be helping me relax. We can save the bath for later, because trust me, you’ll need one after I’m done with you.”

And with that, she gives me a firm slap on my ass as I stumble up the stairs, face completely flushed and cunt already sopping wet...

Her friend now is just her new slave

[barefootkitten]

Don’t you just LOVE tickling girls with big feet? There’s so much more skin for you to attack!

" I'm sorry darling but you've been very naughty today and I think your pretty feet needs a lot of my attention now, and maybe if you will beg for mercy I'll try feathers on your soft soles "

[barefootkitten]

Was I really brave? Or I was just stubborn? A lot of good it did me. Now I’m just a drooling mess, leaking from two holes and unable to form a coherent thought.

The beautiful moment after she breaks down, realising her shell is broken, her own will, her own attitude and her own thought processes are gone. 

[barefootkitten]

“OW!!”

I yelp as Mistress slaps me again and again, which makes my ass numb with pain. It burns and stings so much, all I can do is whimper and squeal while squirming helplessly on her lap.

“My, you’re turning red. But you deserve it don’t you? What are you not allowed to do?”

Another harsh spank.

“OW!! I-I’m not allowed to t-touch myself...”

“And what did I catch you doing in the shower?”

Another smack.

I shriek. “T-Touch myself...”

“Yes. Your pussy belongs to me, not you. Once I’m done with you here, I’ll make sure to whip your breasts and torture your cunt, just so that rule is burned into your mind. And then once you’re aching all over, I’ll tickle you until you pass out. Understood?”

Another harsh slap.

I yelp and whimper, nodding meekly.

[barefootkitten]

Her nails are actually so pretty!! ❤❤❤

A perfect tickle tool.