My tongue slipped between each of his sweaty toes. Between his toes were little collections of sock fuzz, a tiny bit of dirt from being in the filthy foundry and just some random collections of toejam. I figured since he was new at being a Master, I would teach him how to be as selfish as possible and teach him to ensure I worship him correctly. I took my tongue from between his toes and told him that he should create a standard of rules. The rules can change as he sees fit but the expectation should always be the same: the slave worships and adores the God completely, in any way possible. I asked him to ensure the slave always swallows the sock lint, dirt, and toejam licked off of his feet. He agreed. I was hoping it was finally sinking in that he had just gained ownership over another human being.

    I immediately got back to work bathing my new Master's feet with my tongue. His feet were rank and sweaty and the salty, sweaty taste was almost overpowering. Full strides of my tongue from his beautiful heel all the way to the ball of his foot, and nibbled my way back down his arch as he moaned a little with satisfaction. My mouth was resting squarely on the arch of his foot for some intense tongue kissing while my nose was perfectly placed in the fold of his toes.

    My Master had a long, hot shift with the double socks and boots on so I felt he deserved a little between the toe air conditioning. With my nose in the fold of his toes I decided to inhale as deeply as possible to cool off his toes while licking and sucking on his arches. The powerful inhalations brought the smell of a masculine God into my nostrils. He was not a dirty man by any means but he did have some pretty smelly "dad feet" that had the smell intensified by being in a sweaty boot swamp for hours and hours.

    I switched back and forth from one beautiful working class foot to the other, kissing, sniffing, licking, worshipping and realizing just how lucky I have become. I was going to be the owned slave of a sweaty, good looking, older and slightly powerful blue collar man. I know he was just a foreman at a foundry but I really wanted to help increase his ego and make him feel more powerful than he was. He was an all around nice guy so it was my pleasure to offer myself to him as slave property and make him feel powerful.

    His feet that were once glistening in smelly sweat were now glistening in saliva from their long, dedicated, almost spiritual tongue bath. With them nice and lubed up, it was time to add both hands for a nice dedicated massage. I rubbed the tension out of my new God's feet while sucking and worshipping each toe... giving every toe the individual attention and adoration it deserves. My Master's feet were completely clean as he lay back relaxing with his eyes closed. Noticing the clock, we were going on 1.5 hours past our shift. I let him know the time because I'm sure his wife would be worried.

    He told me that was a good call and said he needed to take a shower. I thanked him for the privilege and he told me how nice it will be to have a good little slave to worship him. I offered my worship service for as long as he sees fit and he responded with "good boy. I'm really going to take advantage of this. I'm going to shower and I want my dirty boots licked spotless by the time I'm done. I see you have a situation down there (pointing to my pants) I'm glad you enjoy your new duties, but you can go ahead and take care of that while you are tongue cleaning my boots."

    He went off to the shower and I got busy immediately licking his boots. I wanted my Master satisfied by spotless boots after his shower. I started licking the tops and more visible spots. The filth I was licking from them was disgusting but I was so horned up that I powered through. When I finally got to the thick threads of his boots with my tongue I could not help but masturbate. The powerful knobby treads tasted awful but the thought of the masculine man who wears the boots was enough to encourage me to lick them clean. Once they were tongue polished, it was time to inhale their foul almost sweet scent. I buried my face inside while inhaling deeply and masturbating. I was getting high on the scent of masculine blue collar foot odor. I stuck my tongue out as far as I could hoping to reach the salty inner sole. As my tongue finally reached I felt a warm eruption of jizz all over my stomach. This night had been heaven on Earth.

    I cleaned myself up because I knew my Master would be finished with his shower soon. I had his boots tongue polished and presented on the bench in front of his locker along with his sweaty dirty work clothes all folded neatly right next to them. His socks were on top and one of the pairs was already starting to get kind of crusty from the immense amount of sweat they endure. He returned from his shower, looked at the boots and said "Good boy, my boots will be cleaned well from now on?" I replied "yes Sir" which he loved being addressed with respect and authority. "Can I ask you a favor, Sir?" I said. "Sure slave," he responded. " I have $50 in my wallet and I was going to get gas and dinner but I think I have found a more appropriate use. The socks on top are very crusty with sweat and have a few holes in them. I figured my Master would be throwing them away soon. How about your slave spends his hard earned money on your stinky socks? I would hate it if you threw them away when I can take them home and love them forever and my Master can get a monetary bonus - another perk of being superior." He responded by saying, "Good thinking slaveboy, I know you have been working every day and have extra money. It would be a shame for you to spend that money yourself. Gives me a great idea. I'll save my wife some laundry and I'll wear the same socks until they're so rank that they're deadly. Then I'll force you to buy them off of me. Sounds like the perfect plan for your overtime money."

    I agreed. Gave him $50 for the one pair of socks with the holes that were sweat crusted. He told me he wouldn't be washing the other pair of socks and would be expecting better worship tomorrow.

TO BE CONTINUED...