Dad's Footslave: Part 1
by Dad's Mat

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I grew up in a small town in rural Pennsylvania.

I was a decent size kid, however I was uncoordinated and had no athletic ability at all. I was shy, which led me to spend many hours in my room by myself. In addition, I was an only child making my lonliness even worse. My Dad was an athletic well built man. I guess I was a disappointment to him because he treated me terrible even during my early years. I longed for his approval,but never received it. Beginning at the age of six, I began to realize that there was something different about me. I just couldn't figure out what it was.

My awakening occured in my thirteenth year. My mother was going to the shore with some girlfriends for the weekend. I was left at home at the mercy of Dad. Mom was no sooner out the door when Dad started to order me around. "Get supper started pussy boy" he barked! He had called me worthless pussy boy for years when Mom wasn't around. I prepared his supper as he sat in his chair watching sports. While the hamburgers were frying, I looked at my father sitting in his chair. He was wearing cutoff jeans and no shirt. He draped one leg over the arm of his chair. I marveled at how strong that leg looked, from his thigh to his barefoot.

I truly wanted to be like him, but realized that I never would never achieve that goal. Dad was a muscular jock. He had a wrestler's build. He stood 6' tall and weighed about 175 lbs. He had wavy blonde hair and crystal clear blue eyes. His square jaw made him look like he could be a leading man in Hollywood. His strong forearms were covered with a light blond hair as were his legs. I marveled at how strong his legs looked.The muscles on his thick thighs were well defined reaching down to perfectly shaped calves. His feet were no different. They looked athletic with gracefully slender toes. His soles looked soft with not a hint of callous. He was a perfect specimen of manhood and his attitude showed that he was well aware of his magnifcance. He was a big flirt with all of the ladies and could have had any woman that he wanted. My Mom was also very beautiful and athletic. That's why my appearance never made sense to me. Here I was a chubby, pimply faced thirteen year old with not an ounce of athletic ability. I weighed in at 125 lbs and was exactly what Dad called me...a worthless little pussyboy.

Dad caught me staring at him and said "What's taking so long boy!" "I'm hungry!" "Sorry Dad" I replied as I hurried to finish his meal. I knew that I would feel a smack along side my head if I didn't hurry. I took his plate to him along with a cold beer. I started to retreat to my room hoping he wouldn't notice. Before I could escape down the hallway, he yelled in the gruff voice that was reserved for me. "Where do you think you are going pussy boy"! I returned standing before him with my head down. "Yes Sir" I replied. "Make yourself useful" he muttered. "Go change the linens on my bed." "Maybe I'll have a visitor this weekend." I had long know that he cheated on Mom but I never told her because of the beating I would receive from Dad. "After your done with that, you can eat you supper and then come back here so I can give you more chores, you worthless piece of crap"! I tried to hold back my tears as it would only make it worse if he saw me weeping.

I trudged to my parent's bedroom knowing that this weekend was going to be hell. I changed the sheets making sure that I used hospital corners and that they were properly smoothed just as Dad liked them. I knew that I would be punished with a backhand if I my effort didn't suit him. I trudged back to where he sat, waiting for his orders. He shoved his plate at me. "Get me another beer pussy". "Then you can wash the dishes" he grumbled. "I'll be out to inspect them". "There better not be a spec of food on them" he said. " If I find even a crumb on one of them, they will have to all be washed over and you my boy will be punished". I had been down that road before with the result being the swish of Dad's belt on my butt.

As I washed each dish I thought about my life. I had no friends. All of the guys at school picked on me so I stayed at home. I had only two constants in my life....a mother who was indifferent in her feelings about me and a father who dispised me. As I continued to wash, my mind wandered off to a place where everything that I did would please Dad. Smack! Dad's open hand made contact on the back of my head jarring my mind back to realtime. As I stood in front of the sink, Dad started to inspect the dishes and made my face go ashen when he turned over a cup and a crumb dropped on the floor.

"You worthless piece of crap" he screamed!

"You can't do a damn thing right"! I started to head for his bedroom to retrieve his belt.

"Where do you think you are going punk"?

I said "To get your belt sir".

"No need pussyboy".

"You are going to be punished boy but not with my belt this time".

"You had your chance to get the job done right and you failed".

"Now I'll finish the dishes so they're done properly and I'll punish you at the same time" he snickered.

He refilled the sink with hot soapy water and dumped all of the dishes back in. I stood there in horror. How was he going to punish me? He balled his fist and punched me in my belly. I grunted and bent over as the air whooshed from my lungs. Dad just laughed as he grabbed a handfull of my hair. He bent my head backward and forced me to fall on my back right in front of the sink. I started to get up. "Whoa, pussy boy" he snarled". With that he placed his foot on my chest and forced me back to the floor. He said "Don't move" and he moved his foot back to the floor. He stood over me with both of his manfeet next to my body while he leaned on the sink smiling as he looked down at me. What was he going to do to me? I quickly found out.

As I looked up at this muscular man who was my Dad, I trembled but did not try to move from my place in front of the sink. Dad looked out the window at the sink and started to wash the first dish. Without a second thought he moved his left foot to my stomach. Without looking down he slowly increased his weight to that foot. The foot of this fullgrown man stretched completely across my abdomen with the toes curled over my side. I could feel the weight increase pushing my belly towards my spine. The pain was unbearable. Finally I watched as he raised his right foot and placed it on my chest and I knew what my punishment was to be. He evened his weight on both feet and stood straight up as his fullweight crushed my body. The burning in my chest and stomach was immense. I could not get my breath. I groaned all the while thinking that I was going to die. What would Dad do with my body? I'm sure he didn't care. I could hear the water slosh and Dad began to whistle as he continued his task. He didn't look down at me as if I wasn't there. My belly and chest moved up and down as he shifted his weight back and forth.

I finally started to see a white light in my head as I struggled beneath his 175 lbs. I must be dying. Then everything went black. I don't know how long it was, but suddenly I could see and breathe again. I must have passed out beneath Dad's feet. He was still there, but with his feet on the floor again. Without looking at me he stood on me again. This time I tightened my gut and with practice started to gulp breathes as his feet moved over my body. He ignored me as I provided his manfeet with a rug. I was able to tolerate my burden with practice and a good deal of effort. Finally, he was finished. He stood still looking down at me. He placed his right foot on my lips and said "Kiss it boy"! I obliged fearing further punishment. Dad was very cleanly and his foot smelled clean but manly. As my lips touched his soft sole felt a rush of adrenilan. This is where I belonged, beneath my fathers masculine feet.
He brought me back to reality when he said, "You have never been the son for which I have wanted". "You have always been worthless". "Now after this punishment, I beginning to think of uses for you you worthless shit"! "You are lower than dirt and belong beneath my feet" You got that boy"?

" Yes Dad" I replied. "Pussy, You will refer to me as Master or Sir, you got that boy"? "Yes, Master" I replied. "We have all weekend to think about your status in this house" he stated. "For now just know that you will be a slave to my feet and you are subject to my every whim". With that he stood off me. My body was sore but nothing was injured. He told me to get on all fours, As I did he sat on me fullweight and told me to carry him to his chair. With great effort I carried him to his chair. He instructed me to lie on my back. He once again stood on me fullweight, turned around and sat down with his feet still resting on my body, This time, when his feet were crushing me I had a different feeling, It was a good feeling. I had a tingling and warmness between my legs. I smiled up at my Master as he used my body as his rug.

I finally was worth something to this man on the day I became my father's footslave and loved it.

to be continued....