Slave for Life
by Anonymous

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At the age of 16, my mother passed away. It was a traumatic experience, but I soon got over it when I found out I was to be taken into the care of my uncle.

I moved in with my uncle and my cousin, my uncle's son. I'd never met my Aunt, and my family didn't like to talk about her. It was around this time; my fascination for feet came about. My cousin was of the sporty variety, not blessed with brains but with muscle, I on the other hand had the brains and absolutely no sporting ability what so ever. My cousin also had the smelliest feet ever, and enjoyed leaving his socks about the house.

One day, I was let out of school early and so I raced home to catch a bit of T.V. before my uncle and cousin came home, but when I did get home, I didn't watch any T.V., I ended up sneaking to my room collecting as many socks as I could as well as my cousins stinky training shoes... it never crossed my mind as to why his shoes were still in the house when he was supposed to be at his college's football training session.

I ended up sniffing and sucking those sweet and beautiful socks and licking the soles of the shoes whilst masturbating. At one point I leant forward and pressed my nose and mouth into the hole that admitted my cousins big meaty foot and inhaled deeply. I was in pure ecstatic heaven and remained like the for what seemed like half an hour. I was then disturbed by a *cough*. I quickly sat up and there in the doorway stood my cousin. "What are you doing with my shoes and socks you freak?" I was speechless, and I couldn't help but let my eyes glance down at his feet, which were bare. "Things are gonna be a hell of a lot easier around here for me, I can tell. Now give me my shoes and I'm going back to training... we'll talk later."

I handed him his shoes from where I sat on the floor and watched him pull them on sockless and then leave my room heading down the stairs.

That evening, he didn't look at me what so ever, he didn't talk to me, and my uncle didn't notice anything suspicious at all. Then when my uncle had gone to bed, for he had to get up early, my cousin clapped his hands. "Take my shoes off then." He was still wearing the training shoes, and there were no socks on that I could see. "Now..." he said, for I must have been too slow for his liking.

"Listen, Mike, I'm sorry about earlier...” "Is your whining taking my shoes off? No. So get on your knees and take them off."

And so I did. I got on my knees and crawled across the room on them, and then unlaced and pulled his shoes off. The stale salty stench of sweat from past sessions hit me, and his toes were slightly glistening from the sweat of that day's session. He stretched out and 'accidentally' pushed his foot into my face. "Ooops, sorry. But whilst it's there, lick it clean."

"Mike, why are you doing this? I'm sorry it won't happen again, I promise."

"That's where you're wrong Tom. It will happen again, but it'll be supervised, and it'll be on command. My command. Now lick my feet clean and make sure you get the dirt from under my toes, it's annoying me."

And so I did. As I first started to lick his feet clean, he just smiled and watched me. Then, as I managed to get a kinda momentum going, he turned away and watched some T.V. The only form of communication offered was he pressing his other foot in my face and ordering me to service that one too.

At around midnight, I was sat with his feet resting on the top of my head licking his shoes. "Tom, I just want you to know, that Dad won't hear anything about this from you, will he? Or your life will become a living hell. Understand?" I nodded and his foot slipped onto to my shoulder, he kicked me in the side of the head with it, "Be more careful in future. Good, well as long as you're a good boy, I won't tell dad anything either. But being a good boy will mean doing a lot of things for me, including this little session every night."

I looked up at his face sullenly; he had placed me with my back to the T.V. so I couldn't see anything but him, through the gap between his big long muscular legs. "And with that, foot-boy. You can stop licking my shoes and give my feet a final licking before going to bed."

I did as I was told, and continued to do so for about a week or so of 'happy' servitude. Until one week...

To be continued.