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.
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