Ex-Marine Is Disciplined By Sandals On Bare Feet
by Geoffrey

I am age 35, 6'1" 190 lbs, dark blond hair and moustache, ex-Marine, college degree, and run my own business which is heavy equipment leasing and operation. My lover, aka "The "BOSS" is 30, and a "yuppie." We've been together a little over a year and he has been "easing" me into the "foot" thing for about eight months. He has always been dominant in our relationship ---telling me what to wear, what chores to do around the house, when to "hit the rack" etc. About eight months ago, he started ordering me to wear sandals on my bare feet around the house, and in the yard, and when he sent me to the store etc. Since we live in LA, there is no problem with the climate. I have never worn sandals by my own choice because I have always had this "thing" about having my bare feet visible in public (except the beach, etc) especially if other guys were wearing shoes and socks. I really hated it when my DI in boot camp checked our feet for blisters ,etc. A couple times a week after showers and before "lights out" we had to lay down on our bunks and put our bare feet on the metal foot bar. The DI would bark: "OK, boys, on your bunks , soles up!"

Since the recent developments with my lover, I have wondered if my DI also had a foot fetish!! Also I spent two months in nothing but boxers and sandals on bare feet in a cell at a Marine brig, but that's a whole different story!!! When I was realesed from the lock up, Did I ever appreciate my boots, shoes and socks! I never wanted to be in any situation again where I couldn't waer whatever I wanted on my feet.

Anyway, after "The Boss" started showing his true colors I found myself in sandals more and more frequently and they really made me squirm (I'm still not used to it.) It started when, one evening, he "innocently" asked me why, living in LA, I didn't own even one pair of sandals. I stupidly told him about my feelings and my experiences with the DI and in the brig. I thought it was an odd question at the time; but saw the method in his madness, when the very next day, I was presented with my first pair of sandals and he immediately removed my shoes and socks and strapped them on my bare feet.

He said: "Start getting used it, bud, cause you're going to have a lot more of these! And you will never allow socks to even touch any sandals you have."

In the last eight months, I've gone from not having even one pair of sandals, to being the "proud" (humble is a lot more like it!) owner of 30 pairs of sandals. They are all on the "skimpy" side and range from Teva "river" types to pair of leather "dress" (but very open) sandals which "The Boss" had me wear to a rather "formal" party last weekend. I spent most of the party trying to keep my feet hidden behind or under something and actually blushed ----the ex-marine---whenever I realized someone was looking at my feet. He even found a pair of black leather two strap sandals with a metal ring attacked to the straps that he puts me in when I'm wearing jeans and black leather jacket. When we go to
one of the LA leather bars you can bet I'm the only guy in a leather jacket wearing sandals on his bare feet!! I guess "the Boss" was really found a major control button. All of my hard leather sandals have to be polished so The Boss can see his reflection in the straps.

Now, I not only have to go the gym in sandals, I have to do my entire work out in sandals on my bare feet---talk about inquisitive looks at my feet! I am an occasional golfer, and other than work, golf was my only "shoe refuge" even though I couldn't wear socks with my golf shoes. That refuge vanished two weeks ago, when I asked "The Boss" to "issue" my golf shoes one morning and was handed a pair of "golf sandals" and told: "Strap into these, man." Yep, sandals with golf spikes on the soles!! For the last couple months, the only time I've had shoes on is when wearing my work boots (no socks allowed) at work, and if he could find heavy equipment operator sandals, I'd be in them tomorrow.

Five months ago he took all my shoes and socks and locked them in a trunk in the bedroom and began "issuing" my work boots but no socks, before I leave for work and ordering me "give 'em up" the minute I get home. He's also on a "monk" and an "inmate" kick and has had me wearing a monk's robe and sandals or an
orange two piece jail uniform and sandals in the house all the time! I'm dreading/anticipating the day he puts me in the car and takes me to the Beverly Center in my monk robe and sandals!! It's bad enough in regular clothes and sandals, but he knows that outfit will cause the notice I dread, but am perversely starting to "enjoy" too. (OK I admitted it!!!)

He is now kissing, licking, tickling, massaging, squeezing and even washing my feet, clipping my nails and rubbing lotions into them. He's been so busy with lotions and pumice stone that there is not a speck of rough skin on my feet. Also when I'm in bed (which is whenever he sends me or puts me there,) I am not allowed to put my bare feet under the sheet or blanket and must keep them exposed. If I do cover my feet, even in my sleep, I find myself with my ankles strapped to a spreader bar which is attached to the bed's footboard. I also go into that rig when my punishment is having him use a leather belt on my bare soles. After that particular punishment, for the next day or two I can't even enjoy wearing my work boots at work because my soles are still stinging.

Sometimes when I'm really feeling embarrassed wearing sandals, I wish I had never answered his "innocent" question. Other times when he's massaging my feet with lotion, or licking them all over, I'm glad I told him even, if it means I'm stuck in sandals most of the time. I never knew what an erogenous zone my feet could be, but I am learning. Also, I have to admit (but not to him, for now) that our sex life has never been better. I don't think I'll ever like wearing sandals, but I also think that's the way "The Boss wants it!! Maybe me too!

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