Foot Slave to the Rich Girl: Foot Worship Humiliation Femdom Erotica (I Was Humiliated, and I Loved It!)

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Nope." Rita simply said. "Yes, hello. Just hold on a sec." Rita said in the phone. Someone had answered the call. She did not cover the microphone, so the person could probably hear most what was said between us. I agree! Come on, Jamie! You can do better than that." Rita shouted. "Don't just move your arms and feet. It's in the hips! Loosen up, move your ass!"

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I looked around. I couldn't see anything suitable. The table was too tall. If there was something, obviously she would know, as lived there. As readers we were then waiting for her to turn. It was initially quite subtle and her ignoring was perfect. Then when the friend arrived it really took off. A few seconds later she shouted: "Don't eat everything. Make sure to leave a plate for my friend." There wasn't much more than a plate's worth left already, which meant I could eat practically nothing. It was deeply unreasonable. I had both paid for the food and prepared it. She had no right do demand of me not to eat. If I was going to do the dishes I was damn well going to eat too. Her friend whom she had invited over despite my visit could eat something else. Donna started laughing to. They were both screaming with laughter. Obviously Rita had not known that Donna had asked me to wear the stupid dress. She gave me the dress. I noticed there was also a small hat, or whatever it's called. I expected Donna to leave so I could change clothes, but she just stayed there.Donna soon moved so she was sitting right in front of me. The spanking was even more humiliating when I had to take it face to face with her. She was smiling as usual. As if that was not enough, she put her feet up on the table right in my face. She stroked and rubbed my face with her smelly feet, even curling her toes around my nose fully covering it in moist nylon, while Rita kept slapping me harder and I uttered the degrading words, almost crying. You're a bad liar, you know that?" she said. I lifted my head slightly to see if a slap was coming. Surprisingly, she didn't look that angry. However, she did look like she had been drinking a little. Maybe that lightened her mood. No, I... like you said at Rita's, you and her are definitely the most beautiful women I will ever meet, and you know, it made a big impression on me. I can't forget about it. So I would really like to see you again and... give you a foot massage, and..." I said. Rita grabbed me by my ear. She sat down on the nearest chair and pulled me down to my knees in front of her.

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Rita turned her head. She already looked cheerful, but when she saw me, she exploded with laughter. No no!" I said. "Of course I will. So how do you want me to…". Her feet were hardly accessible underneath the table. Anyway, my work seemed to pay off. One night as I bought her the usual glass, she asked for my cell phone. She dialled her own number and said "Call me sometime." I was in heaven. Yes. Of course." I said. Maybe the whole situation was not that bad after all. I was in the company of two beautiful women. I had to serve them, so what? Isn't that what people do when they want to make an impression? Besides, it could all be considered a game. I play my role and they do their's. Both Rita and Donna are probably perfectly nice human beings in a different context. Maybe they are curious about me and want to see what it takes to freak me out.Oh hi, this is James! Oh, you don't know my name. I mean, this is the guy who keeps buying you champagne!" I sounded desperate.

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Umm… I look quite ordinary, I guess." I instantly regretted saying that. "I'm tall… I've got brown, short hair. Friday I wore a red shirt." I said. I moved my nose along their soles. The stink distracted me, but at the same time their feet halfway hid my face from their humiliating stare. I went on like that. Sporadically kissing their feet to please them. I was nervous and couldn't really focus, as if my hand, or penis, was running on empty. To obtain an erection was one thing, to reach an orgasm was something else. Is this how you usually treat men?" I said. I almost dared not ask, but I needed to find out why they had abused me. Paul was out every weekend and had his way with women. He was good looking and usually got what he wanted.She probably expected me to become upset, but I just replied "Okay.", and left her. If that surprised her, she did not signal anything except she slightly lifted her eyebrow.