I am a forty year old lady who is now in sole charge of her sixteen year old nephew, [his parnets were lost at sea]. It should also be said that I do not spare the whip, just ask the boy when he knows I'm preparing for punishment. He becomes very quiet and nervous, and for good reason.

My nephew [slave], finds himself in this unenviable position for all kinds of reasons and very frequently. It may be because of some sloppy household chore he was assigned, or even worse for not showing ME the proper respect, punishment for the latter reduces him to a grovelling, foot worshipping slave, exactly what I want him to be. You see I'm out most days attending to my duties as Chairwoman for several good causes HA! HA!, while I'm out the slave is in charge of all household duties, cleaning, cooking, laundry, and keeping every pair of My foot wardrobe spotlessly clean. It should also be said that after a long day he's expected to have My slippers ready for me, this means tongue polished and any odour inside be sniffed away as best he can,,,this can be difficult at times as My lovely feet have been know to sweat quite badly.

I now arrive and sit in the high back wicker chair in the foyer and without exchanging any words sit above My kneeling slave and allow him the privledge of changing My shoes. Woe to him if I don't find him kneeling awaiting my arrival. But back to punishment, when I announce a flogging is in order I usually send the boy to My bedroom to wait. I do this for different reasons, for one I think it's exquistly cruel to make him wait his upcomming punishment while kneeling beside My vanity and he well knowing that it will be sometime before I arrive. Let Me explain these sessions are quite ritualistic and I make a point to always leave a pair of My more provocitive shoes for him to worship, I know he does. Summer is My favourite time because I can leave My bedroom window open so he can hear me go out into the backyard to My favourite tree where I snip a few thin branches to My liking. All this time I'm talking to Myself well knowing My young slave can hear every word, I'll utter something like, "yes, this will do very well", or "this should bring a yelp or two, ooohhhhh and look at this! if this doesn't bring him grovelling and begging to MY feet nothing will".

At these times I know he's worshipping my shoes, but I'll return to the house once I'm finished and sit at My dining room table and pare each switch and then tie them together with a nice red ribbon, I swear at these times I'm as nervous and excited if not more than My slave. It should also be mentioned that as I make these sessions as ritualistic as possible I also dress for the occassion. Today as I strolled to My downstairs dressing room I had decided to change into a one piece black leather dress, low cut and comes down to just above the knees, I decided to keep the same stockings on. Once clad I looked into the mirror and to be honest was very impressed, My brunette shoulder lenght hair framed My face to perfection, I thought to myself, why I look like a young Mary Tylor Moore, only much more severe.

Once done and with switch in hand I ascended the stairs to My bedroom to where My slave awating his Mistress's arrival. As I opened the bedroom door I found my nephew, slave, victom, kneeling as expected. At these times I will order him to face me as I stand playing with the fresh switch. I always question him, "why do you think I sent you to My bedroom?" to whip me, "he stammers". "and ,what happens to boys who misbehave?" they get whipped, gulp....."so why do you think I've fashioned this switch?" to whip me with Maam. He chokes as he stares at the instrument I tap lightly on My open left palm. "I'm throught playing! get your shorts off now!!!!!" He obeys immediatly, eager to please Me and get the innevitable over with. He assumes the required position, nose in the carpet adjascent to My dressing stool where I can sit comfortably during his punishment. It is at these times I keep my well shod feet in extremely close proximity to his face. I give him every chance and he always takes full advantage. Before the first stroke is delivered I can feel his lips on the toes of My shoes, it's then I reach down and retrieve the black pump he was worshipping earlier and put it under his face. "Go ahead get your ugly face in My shoe, that's it sniff it, I want to hear you, and at the same time lash out wildly at his exposed thighs." He bolts his head upwards after the first lash,,,"get back in My shoe and sniff it!!!!!! Don't you dare raise your ugly head during punishment!!!!" He settles back down and I proceed to lash his ass and thighs, throughout I lecture him on the proper behavior of a footslave and that he's not catching on fast enough, and so, I will be inviting My friend Mary over for a few weeks or longer. He shrinks at this as Mary, or as he know her, Lady Mary is the most sadistic Lady I know besides myself.

I should also explain that My friend Mary insists that a slave like ours be totally in love with Womens' feet and shoes and to be able to recognize anyone of us by smell alone. I believe the next while is going to be very interesting................

As I lectured him throughout his whipping I pointed out that never, and i mean never is he to neglect my precious shoes or feet, I continued his torture. Finally after thirty or so strokes I sat back admiring my handywork and his pain, as I sat there looking down at his scarred ass and thighs I knew everything was right with the world. It was then I took My left heel and pressed it into the back of his neck so pressing his face back into My elegant slipper. I was in a world all My own at that time, simply knowing I had caused so much pain and torture to another person turned me on beyond belief, I knew then I had found my true servant, lackey, slave.......

As I sat back and rubbing myself I watched him with his ugly liitle face buried in my slipper, again I experienced a intense orgasm. Once I was satisfied I spoke to the thrall beneath me.... "So slave do you enjoy the scent of your Ladie's slipper after shes' whipped you?" yes maam, very much. "Why do you think that is?" because i worship you Maam, and i love the essence of your lovely feet" Well thats good slave because from this moment on you are My official footslave, do you undrstand what that means?" not exactyly Maam. "First of all I never want to hear the term Maam uttered from your dirty lips again, as of this second you will only refer to Me as "GODDESS", do I make Myself perfectly clear?" yes GODDESS.... Also never again do I expect to see you standing in MY presence, you must be always on your knees and your worthless head beneath My knees, your only place is at My precious feet, and always eager to please Me. Do you understand!!!!? yes GODESS....."I will now explain to you your duties, not only are you responsible for all household chores but everytime you encounter me you are to drop and kiss My Feet, I don't care what I'm wearing or what condition thier in, or whoever else may be present, do you follow?" yes GODDESS... "Good, I feel it only fair to explain that I derive great pleasure causing you pain and humiliation, this you must understand, and don't question why but I thorughly enjoy witnessing you smell My feet and shoes, in fact that is My lifeblood." yes goddess..

I certainly hope you do, because from this moment on this is your life slave. you will submit not only to Me but all My Lady friends, you will learn the proper art of foot worship and slavery, and I mean to it's truest sense. I will have you eating all your meals at My feet, never looking at anything but My feet, and your only friends will be My feet and shoes. You will become totally enslaved by My feet and their special odour, this I insist upon.

Now ,to be fair to you there is no way this can be accomplished without strict and harsh discipline, and tomorrow at exactly eleven a.m. Mary will arrive. I'm not going to mislead you, you are going to suffer, worse than you ever imagined. What's going to take place is nothing less that medireview, and you have no choice, but I will try to make it a bit easier on you. Now tell Me, do you not love MY feet and shoes, do you not want to spend the rest of your miserable life under Me and My friends? ...... yes GODDESS, i do... " I certainly hope so slave because you have no choice". with my face still buried within the confines of her slipper, i repeated yes GODDESS i want to be your footslave...

Good, now tonight you will sleep in MY closet with the stockings I wore today jammed into your mouth and My black loafers tied over your ugly face, so you can taste and smell Me all night long and only dream about what is going to befall you tomorrow, see how kind I'm being? ..... yes GODDESS.....