Mr Loro - Part 2
by Dan Mitchel
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Now that I was discovered by Mr. Loro I was his footslave.
Our cabin on the ship was pretty big so he liked to lay out and have me suck on his toes. There was one bed so he said I could sleep at his feet. He said that's what we would do anyway and he would put his feet in my face anyway.
"Time for bed!" It was only 7:30 so I was thinking WTF! Why is he making me go to sleep so early. Then I realized it was so he could get a jump start on making my face smell like his feet. I got in bed sideways then he layed down with his heel in my mouth and on my eye. "I love having a foot slave, I never have to wash my feet again that's what your for slave. I slept at his feet, I woke up seven times just to suck his toes.
I couldn't believe I was letting myself become a footslave, it was my biggest dream but I dreamed it with a person I didn't know, not my history teacher. He had size 17 feet and was 7 feet tall, he weighed 277 pounds, his feet had to have weighed more than my whole body. When he woke up I continued sucking his toes, he went in the shower while I waited outside the door as his foot mat. When he came out his 277 lbs. nearly crushed me, luckily he only walked on me, if he had stood I wouldn't be telling you this totally true story.
He didn't get dressed so I layed on the ground staring at his naked ass. He then turned around and I saw his 10 inch cock dangling from him. He put his foot on my head and gave me a noogie with his foot. My hair smelled like his feet anyways so what the hell. His feet to any other person would smell like rotten eggs with a side of 4 week old bananas, to me they smelled like roses in a garden.
He commanded me to strip to my boxers. He saw my erect cock and said, "seems like your enjoying this." I really was enjoying it "I Dream of Feetsie." Anyways, his foot came down on my face so hard it was like being stuck between a foot and a hard place, which I was, his foot was 2 times the size of my face. Could you imagine having a foot bigger than your hand crushing your nose.
He decided we should get out of the room so we went to the pool. I massaged his feet with lotion for several hours before he was getting sun burned. "I'm burning we have to get inside, if I burn you'll have a tough time sleeping I'll be moaning in pain." With that I slipped on his sandals, grabbed his towel, and we went back to the room.
When we got down to the room he had me slip on his penny loafers, he was going to dinner. My dinner was his sheer thin socks he had worn all last week. I sucked and sucked and after they lost flavor I threw them in the washer. I then took my position as a foot stool next to the bed. When master returned he had a male friend with him. He was dressed in the ships uniform, he looked like the captain.
"Slave, this is Jerry Berkavich, he is an old friend of mine. We went to high school together. Come on in Jerry sit on the bed put your feet up."
"On what?" Jerry replied.
"Well the kid of course! He's my footslave!" Jerry's face looked grim, would he save me or use me?
To be continued... |
