A Foot Fetish Party and the Start of a New Year

So like I said I had a really good time these past holidays. Right before Christmas, Master took me to a little foot fetish party where I was to be a foot model. The basic idea was that I would stand on stage modeling my feet for the guests along with six other slaves. If a guest really likes your feet then he or she could reserve you for 10 or 20 minutes to do whatever they like with your feet. Anything involving genitals required extra money. At first I was very nervous about the whole thing. Because although I recognized a few faces as  being friends of Master who have come by the house before, the majority of people there were strangers. This was one of those times where I am super content that I cannot speak unless told to speak. I’ve never been very good at meeting new people, I’m always too shy.

I also kind of felt as though I was being sold by Master and at first it did hurt my feelings a bit and reminded me of Wasteland’s slave auction. Always the hormonal and worrying female slave, I thought he was perhaps bored with me and so he was pawning me off onto other people. It was only once I started to bring him the money that I was making that I saw just how proud he was to have so many people wanting my feet, I suddenly realized that this was almost like a boost to his ego and that sharing me with them, even though it was for money, made him even prouder of the fact that I am his.

My first client was this gorgeous raven haired vixen of a Mistress who paid me 40$ for a twenty minute session with my feet. TO be honest I felt as though she was a mix between Mistress Irony and Goddess Starla, being both super gentle with me but also having the potential to cause some real pain.  She started off by tickling my feet with a long feather and then moved her red lips in closer kissing each toe. I can’t even describe how soft her pink tongue was as it found its way over each grove and ridge. As I relaxed and took in the pleasure her mouth could give me, just through running itself from my heel to my toes, I became much more open to the idea of doing this all night long. Of course a couple of the clients were people with whom I would never normally play with. But each and everyone was so gentle with me that I didn’t mind. I felt like they were so conscious of the fact that I belonged to someone else. A fragile object that is on loan so they must be very careful with it. It was such a different experience than the other parties we have been to, where I normally get flogged, whipped and beaten until I reach sub-space.

I also have to admit that watching the other slaves get treated with such careful reverence turned me on. By the end of the night, between watching all these people licking and sucking on other slaves’ feet and having had my own feet worshiped all night, I was so horny that I thought I might explode at the slightest touch to my neither regions. I’m pretty sure Master realized this as he purposefully did not touch me once except for as we left and his handed casually glided under my skirt feeling the moistness of my pussy. He smiled just a little at the corner of his lips, one of those smiles that tells me just how smug and pleased he is with himself. Yes he was extremely pleased to see that I had enjoyed myself but he was not about to reward me with any sexual release or satisfaction. I guess that is the price I had to pay for being treated so well all evening.

The best part of the night though was at the very end when Master took out the wad of cash that I had managed to earn. It was about four hundred dollars. Anyways Master did something that still surprises me. He counted the money and took a hundred out of the stack and put it into his pocket. He then looked at me straight in my eyes and told me that the rest of the money was for me and that he would have a friend take me shopping the next day so that I could buy something for myself. I couldn’t believe my ears. And it still seems unreal to me that I actually had money of my own. I cannot even remember the last time I had money with which I could decide to spend it on! So the next day Master’s friend arrived, surprisingly it was the raven haired Mistress from the party. Whom I learned is called Mistress Bella. I’ll save the rest of my experience of shopping with her for another day. But just know that I had a very interesting time ;)