The Birth of a Master
by Anon
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So here’s a true story about me and my step-brother, Tyler.
Tyler was about a year younger than me. He was a strapping young man, tall, dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and most importantly, gorgeous size 11 feet. He was macho, athletic, and had a domineering personality. It was such a tease living with him, I’d stare at his feet any chance I got and was lucky to sneak a whiff of his shoes every so often. If it was my lucky day, I’d even ?nd a pair of his socks sitting in the basement where he lived, begging for my attention. It was my senior year of high school, and our relationship changed dramatically.
It was early in the school year, I’d like to say it was in September. One Friday night, I was watching TV downstairs and he came down and asked if he could watch a movie. Of course, I said yes. I always liked being subtly submissive to him, I’d do about anything he asked of me with no questions asked. I decided I would watch it with him, picking the spot on the couch where I could secretly watch his socked feet instead of the tv. Before I knew it, the credits were rolling. I looked over to ask Tyler if we could watch another, but to my surprise, he was fast asleep, with his perfect feet on the recliner in front of him. Jackpot.
I waited a few more minutes, the suspense building all the while. Eventually, I deemed it safe enough to crawl over at his feet and lightly smell his socks. This wasn’t the ?rst time I had the chance to smell his feet while he was asleep, so I had gotten pretty good at knowing how to do it without waking him. They smelled divine. I rememberer that he had played soccer earlier that day with his buddies and I guess he didn’t bother changing out of his clothes or showering. All the better. I wanted more, I wanted the real thing, so I carefully peeled off his socks. Success.
Two beautiful athletic feet were before my face, and my dick was as hard as a rock. He had wide soles, long toes and the tops of his feet were veiny, something I’ve always liked. The heat and smell that emanated from his soles was intoxicating, especially from in between his toes. I fantasized about being his foot bitch, his feet slowing taking control of my life. I suppose I got lost in this fantasy too much because next thing I know, I looked up to see his eyes glaring back at me.
“Ummm sorry, I was just…” I had no excuse
“What are you doing?” He said calmly.
“Well, uhhh…” Still nothing.
“You smelling my feet, is that it?”
“I guess so, yeah.”
“Hmm. Well, I’m gonna go to bed. You can keep my socks if you want.”
“Oh, okay. Sorry, good night.”
“Yeah, good night.”
I was so embarrassed by being caught but also taken aback by how he reacted to the situation.
I dreaded seeing him the next morning, also fearing that he might tell our parents what
happened.
Saturday morning came and Tyler was nowhere to be found. I asked my Dad where he
went, he said he had gone to his Grandmother’s to mow the lawn for her. I wanted to tell him I was sorry for last night and ask that we keep it between us. This was my biggest secret and I would hate to have it out in the open.
He came home, I was downstairs playing video games. I hear him pounding down the stairs, the moment has come.
“Hey what’s up?” He says, coolly.
“Not much, you?”
“Shit, already tired, it’s so hot outside I just mowed my Grandma’s lawn.”
“Rough… so about last night, I’m reall…”
“Hey it’s cool. Actually when I went to bed I looked into a bit online. You have a foot fetish or something?”
“Uhh, yeah I guess I do.” I couldn’t believe I just admitted that to him.
“Hmm. You wanna be my foot slave then?”
The words that just came out of his mouth were a dream come true. I couldn’t believe that he had ?gured this whole thing out overnight.
“What do you mean?”
“I think you know what I mean but let me lay it out for you. You like my feet, and you probably don’t want anyone to know about it. I read a bit about foot guys like you that like to be bossed around by guys like me. So I pretty much call the shots from now on, don’t I?” He said with a smirk.
“Uhh, sure.” I said meekly.
“You don’t seem convinced…”
“Yes. You do.”
“That’s what I thought. Well then, what are you waiting for? Come show me how much you like my feet.”
I stopped playing my video game and he sat down on the couch, exactly where he was last night. He pointed to his shoes, covered in fresh cut grass, and told me to clean them up. I went to the bath room to get some tissue and came back before him.
“What are you gonna do with that? I meant clean them with your tongue.”
“Okay.”
“Just okay? I think I deserve a bit more than that.”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s better, we’ll keep working on it.”
So I cleaned his shoes as best I could, then he ordered me to take them off, one at a time, and to breathe deeply into his shoe. The smell that radiated from inside was like nothing I ever experienced. Musty, sweaty, and simply mesmerizing.
“Just hold it there and try to memorize what that smells like. What do you think?”
“It smells amazing…. sir”
“I thought you had forgotten to add sir, good boy. Put down the shoe and smell my socks.”
They were soaked in his sweat, it’s no wonder his shoes smelled like they did. He started
rubbing his feet in my face, moving them back and forth and making me follow them with my head wherever they went.
“You can’t get enough can you?”
“No, sir.”
“Well, you really are mine now. Take off my socks bitch. Chop chop.”
He had a newfound power at having a foot slave, something had changed, or had just been amplified in him. He had always been competitive, even dominant, and now he’s found a way to exert his dominance over me.
He leaned over and took one of his socks and shoved it in my mouth. Then he stuck his right foot right over my nose. My favorite part of his foot, being held in my face by my new master. I was in heaven.
“Listen here. Don’t speak.” Not that I could, his sweaty salty sock was deep in my mouth.
“Here’s how this is going to work.” He said, all while holding his toes in place over my nose, theonly breath I could take was his hypnotic foot odor.
“You’re my foot slave now. From now until always, you’ll do as I say. You’ll do my chores and my homework. You’ll pick up after me. You’ll give me your allowance. You’ll be on call to be under my feet whenever I want, even in front of my friends, actually, especially in front of my friends.
Hell, you’ll serve them too if they want. Of course, if you want out of this, you can spit out that sock and walk away now. But if not, just stay where you are to tell me that you agree with everything I just said.”
I was surprised by his offer to back out. I think he was playing a game with me. My life at home was about to change forever, and maybe I wasn’t ready for it. All I knew, was that in that moment, I felt like I had found my calling. I didn’t move a muscle.
“That’s what I thought. Take my sock out of your mouth, and beg for my feet.” He pulled his feet away from my face. He was clearly pushing his dominance over me, but he was just taking hold of me even more deeply than he already had.
“Please Sir, I want nothing more than to have your smelly feet in my face. I belong under your feet because you are superior. I beg you, Master Tyler, I am honored to be at your feet.”
“Master Tyler… I like that. Good faggot, now lick my feet clean. Get in between my toes too.”
“Yes Master.”
From that point on, I was his. I had lived up to my end of the bargain and devoted my life at home to making him feel like the young god that he was. He had me in his grasp and he wasn’t letting me get away any time soon.
To be continued
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