When my sister Anne walked in i did as i was told previously to do., i knelt at her feet to remove her dark brown boots, they were equipped with an inside zipper, slender heels, [about 3 inches], and a dainty pointed toe. Slowly i brought the zipper down and removed her right boot revealing her dark brown stocking clad foot. Just the sight of her perfectly pedicured toes through the reinforced nylon was awe inspiring. As i finished up removing her left boot....."My this is so nice Mom, what a lovely way to be greeted, I did bring my slippers". Just give them to him, he'll put them on for you.

After the directive was given Anne handed me her two blue ballet type slippers, i could see they were well worn by the imprints of her feet within, i only dreamt of how they must smell. She proceeded to walk past me and sit beside our mother, a lady of about forty six, dark haired, and a disposition to match, however by anyones standards a very attractive lady. i should also mention that she possessed a pair of gorgeous legs and dainty size 7 feet which she seemed to always keep nylon clad , the same nylons i was responsible to hand wash along with her other dainties as she preferred to refer to them as, i was also assigned the task of tongue polishing all her shoes, boots, sandles, etc.,.

It is perhaps time in this lengthly story to explain how i ended up in this most unusual situation. i am 14 yrs old and adopted. For as long as i can remember i had lived in a home for orphaned or abandoned children which was run by a group of women who believed and practiced female superiority. A typical day consisted of nothing more than serving these ladies anyway they demanded, which usually consisted of foot & shoe worship and overall waiting on them.

It was the fall of '65 and i being eleven years of age the decision was made that i be put up for adoption, afterall the ladies had succeeded in making me nothing more than a foot sniffing slave and totally submissive to all their whims. Over the years i was subjected to the cruelest of tortures, usually involving the feet of mature ladies of the institution, but the most sadistic of all was the HEADMISTRESS,, LADY CONNIE.

LADY CONNIE took a special interest in me when i first entred the institution at a tender age of seven. To this day i don't know where it came from but i've always had a fascination for the odour of ladies feet and shoes. After i had been at the home for about three months one of the teachers sent me to LADY CONNIES' office for serious discipline as i had acted up during a history movie she was showing. Upon entering her outer office i was greeted by her secretary, a lady of about thirtyfive, she had short dark hair, olive skin and a figure to die for, she appeared to look Italian. When she stood i just about swooned, her long legs were adorned in sheer black stockings which peeked out from under her brown skirt which came down just below her knees and on her beautiful feet she wore a pair of black leather pumps with four inch heals.

I see slave jerry your here to see HEADMISTRESS CONSTANCE for instruction on how to behave in class. i couldn't believe she called me slave, what was gong on???? i was then instructed to enter the HEADMISTRESS' office and sit in the small chair in front of her desk as she wouldn't be back for about thirty minutes, she had gone shopping. i was ushered in by her assistant and plunged into a tiny chair as promised, she quickly left and closed the door behind her. Very nervous i sat there looking at my surroundings, shelves full of books, a plush oriental carpet, and large mahogany desk, it was then i glanced up to the wall to the left of her desk and saw the painting on the wall, it was a image of a woman sitting on a throne of sorts dressed in black leather holding a short whip while a young man lay under her high heels. It was shortly after that i saw the shoes,, a pair of black low heeled pumps beside her desk, i became frantic. Well knowing i was in for beating and seeing the shoes of the lady who would be dishing out my punishment i had to have a sniff. Slowly i rose, got back down on my belly and began crawling towar the objects of my desire, once i arrived and my face was only inches from the toe i brought out my tonge and gave first the left a thorough lick and kiss, it was now time to explore the insides. i slowly brought my face down so my chin was in the heel and my nose as far up into the toe section as it would go and inhaled deeply, it was nirvana, at that point i wanted to be at this lady's mercy, to be punished by her, just then the door swung open...........................

What are you doing!!!! yelled Lady Constance. i panicked and began to rise. "Stay,! keep your worthless face in my shoe, close your mouth and sniff, I want to hear you smelling my pump, and while you do keep your slavish eyes on the other, examine it both inside and out, you love it don't you?" all i could do was nod my head. She then walked by me and toward the plush brown leather couch in the corner, all i could see were her lovely legs clad in dark brown stockings and on her feet a pair of brown patent leather court shoes with four inch heels and rounded toe. It is doubtfull i had ever been this freightened but excited at the same time.

She then threw a parcel on the couch and proceeded to her desk and sat in the well padded chair, from my servile position i could see her regal right foot close to my face, her left raised. "Well slave it's time to talk, you may rise to your knees and crawl to my closet and fetch My slippers."

As ordered i picked out Her black leather ballet type slippers, while doing this i surveyed the other pairs in the closet, there were so many,, pumps, sandals, boots, and hanging above the tools of Her trade, straps, crops, tawses, whips, paddles, and an array of other devices or torture, i shuddered. Since she requested nothing else i returned with her slippers and knelt befor her, being sure to keep my head bowed.

[after a brief silence] "slave, you are leaving here today, you have been adopted by a lovely Lady." my heart sank, and She noticed my reaction. "Oh slave don't worry, we have trained you to be the perfect footslave, servant, and whipping boy, and finally all is to become reality,,, your reality." "you will be taken from this place blindfolded and gagged with your new Stepmothers' shoe and delivered to your new prison, where you will serve Her and Her daughter." "your new owner will be here in thirty minutes to collect you, now continue holding My slippers." She stood and retrieved the parcel from the couch and returned to Her desk, i could hear Her opening it. [then] ...."Look at Me slave" as i slowly raised my head upward i saw Lady Constance holding a wide back leather collar with a metal tag dangling from it. As i gazed into Her beautiful but dark eyes it was then i noticed the severe, strict, and unyielding look i had seen so many times in the past as i was being prepared for punishment. She then held it so i could read the tag, "PROPERTY OF LADY ROSA". She then ordered me to lower my head and quickly buckled it in place and then sealed it with a small gold lock. It was then explained the only keys are held by Lady Rosa and Herself.

Once the collar was in place i was instructed to change Her shoes, once Her slippers were on She ordered me pickup Her just removed left pump and put it on my face, in the traditional manner, chin in the heel, mouth and nose buried toward the toe. Once done She fastened it with a leather strap and tightened it. At this point i drifted off to a submissives heaven, i never wanted to leave, there was no way i thought i could be happy anywhere else, the odour from Her shoe was driving me insane. It is these times i fantasize about being shrunk down to about an inch in height and punished by Lady Constance. i often dream of Her putting me in one of Her shoes and ordering that i go to the toe area and lie on my back so that when She insirts Her stocking clad foot i will be trapped beneath Her toes, totally enveloped in the warm moist nylon, and sentenced to remain in there for the entire day, as She goes about Her business, and i ignored. Lady Constance is aware of this fantasy and on many occassions i have been ordered to compose long essays on the topic for Her review. i was then brought back to reality.........

"Thats it slave inhale My lovely scent, soon you will be subjected to a sea of Ladie's feet and shoes, but now I must attach your leash, manicle your hands behind your back, and await "Lady Rosa's" arrival.........