I Found My sister Stripping Ch 6
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Julianna and I have been married almost 18 years. I am rather average looking by anyone's standards and consider myself the luckiest man in the world. My wife exercises almost everyday and her body is firmer and tighter, now, than it was when I met first her. She is 5' 8 1/2"tall, weighs about 110 pounds, and has an awe-inspiring 38DDD-21-34 figure. Julianna has a strikingly beautiful face, brown eyes, a great tan, and long blonde hair. Nature had blessed her with a beautiful pair of size-7 ½ feet, too. Julianna has high, aristocratic arches, and soft, wrinkled soles. Her toes are perfect, long and elegant, with the second toes slightly longer than the big toes; and the nails are square shaped. Julianna’s feet are truly deserving of complete and utter worship.
Julianna and I have a fantastic love life. I have had a something of a foot fetish as far back as I can remember, and the idea of worshiping her beautiful feet was becoming an obsession to me. When I eventually worked up the courage to tell her about my attraction to her feet, she was pleasantly amused.
“I didn’t think you had noticed that I even have feet,” she giggled, playfully cupping her large breasts. “You’re sure full of surprises tonight.”
That night, Julianna let me worship her feet for the first time. To say I enjoyed this is an understatement. She liked it, too-- very much, in fact-- and spent half an hour working her soles up and down my face and her toes in and out of my mouth. I licked and sucked her feet like a maniac, and she was amazed to see the level of my excitement. We ended up fucked each other’s brains out; it was the best sex we had shared in quite a while.
From that night forward, my licking her feet and sucking her toes became a regular part of our sex life. Julianna loves the way I pay attention to her feet during foreplay and always keep her tootsies looking good, giving her weekly pedicures. Julianna also enjoys nice, long foot massages with moisturizing lotion.
I had always been turned on by the idea of serving as a total foot slave, too, but never had the courage to reveal some of my more intense fantasies to my Julianna. Actually, my fantasies went far beyond just worshiping her feet. I had always believed Julianna was too sweet and sensitive to consider some of the things I had in mind, and was content to surreptitiously look at female domination websites to satisfy my submissive curiosity.
Julianna and I were lying in bed one night, and I was massaging her feet when she asked me that critical question, "Honey, what are your some of your kinkiest sexual fantasies?"
I hesitated a little, and she knew then that I was uncomfortable to reveal my fantasies.
"Come on, tell me!" she playfully insisted.
"Well,” I began slowly, “I have always been intrigued by female domination.”
Her eyes never left mine and she persisted, "What kind of female domination?"
“I have always been embarrassed by these particular desires, always wondering if I was 'normal' or 'sane' because of them. Please don't think ill of me or freak out, they’re just fantasies, okay?"
"Go on, honey," she smiled warmly and assured me. “I’ll understand.”
"I have always had fantasies about,” I gulped, “being abused and used; spanked,
slapped, having my face sat on, and walked being on. Maybe being tied up. That
sort of thing.”
Julianna did not say anything and never took her eyes off of mine while I nervously told her of my darkest desires.
"I would be humiliated and forced to do things against my will,” I continued. “I’d have to lick a woman’s feet clean after she's been barefoot all day and her feet are really dirty. I have always wondered what it would be like to have a woman pee right in my face, not that I want to drink it, well, maybe taste it a little. And I would be used to give her sexual pleasure and then suffer denial. I don't know why these situations are so exciting to me. I can't tell you how or why these fantasies developed. I haven’t a clue.”
“Would you like me to dominate and humiliate you?” she asked. “Is that what you are trying to say?”
I took a deep breath and answered,” Yes, I can think of no woman that I would rather worship and serve than you.”
Julianna smiled a little and wearily said, "I'm going to have to think about
this," then turned over and went to sleep.
I figured that Julianna was repulsed by what I had told her, or that she thought I was out of my mind. I did not get much sleep that night. I kept watching her sleeping form, wishing that I had never confessed my female domination fantasies to her. I feared that my revelations may have destroyed our marriage. I wished the conversation could just be forgotten.
Julianna seemed emotionally distant the next morning. Then, I was out of town on business for the next two days. I called home a few times, but got no answer. I was really starting to worry. When I got home on Friday afternoon, I found that Julianna was not there. I found a four-page, hand written letter on the nightstand:
Hi, Sweetie:
I hope that my not answering the phone did not alarm you. I needed some time to think things over. You can expect me to be home at 7 o’clock.
I have grown increasingly fond of attentiveness you demonstrate by kissing and caressing my feet when we make love. The affection you pay to my feet is both erotically and emotionally satisfying to me; it makes me feel sexy and I relish the feelings of eroticism and power that comes from having you adoringly at my feet.
I appreciate your honesty and the level of trust you place in me by admitting your darkest desires when I asked you about them. I know how hard it was for you to speak of these things. It seems only natural to me that you would wish to extend your foot fetish into areas of subjugation. It came of no surprise to me when I checked the history file on our computer and discovered that you have been visiting female domination websites regularly. I have sensed all along that this was your ultimate desire. The great passion you take in descending to the level of my feet speaks for itself.
I see your willingness to serve humbly at the feet of the woman you love and to submit unconditionally to her as a very special gift; an intense love that transcends common sexuality. After giving it considerable thought, I have decided to claim that gift. I shall assume the role of the dominant woman you so desperately need and I shall find it fascinating for you to find your ideal at my feet; and I shall amuse myself gloriously in the process.
Since your vacation begins on Monday, this would be an excellent opportunity for us to fully explore a Mistress/slave relationship. I would really enjoy having you at my beck and call 24/7 for the entire week.
I realize that worshiping my feet is an important component of your desire to be enslaved. For that reason, and especially for my own enjoyment, I can assure you that serving at my feet will be one of your regular duties. My feet are the lowest part of my body and your place will be at my feet; this is symbolic of your new status. You will bathe my dirty, sweaty feet with your tongue. I will trample you, both barefoot and in heels, and use you body as your footrest. In addition to worshiping my feet, you will polish my shoes with your tongue, both inside and out.
There is much you will need to learn to serve efficiently as my slave. You will learn, for instance, that whenever I walk into a room you will immediately kneel before me and gaze worshipfully at my feet. You will keep your eyes lowered to my feet at all times, unless I instruct you otherwise. You will not speak unless spoken to and, if it is necessary for you to reply, you will respectfully address my feet. You will address me as Mistress at all times.
I will be your Mistress, your Goddess, but even more importantly than that, you will think of me as your teacher and guide. You must surrender to me completely: your mind, your body, your male ego, your all. I will teach you to conform to my expectations of what a slave should be. You will act as my personal houseboy, butler, chef, chauffer, valet, beautician, masseuse, and perform whatever errands are necessary to please me. You will serve me in the bedroom, dining room, and bathroom. My week will be spent in leisure and in the pursuit of pleasure-- shopping, sunbathing, and relaxing-- while you cater to my every whim.
Seeing those female domination websites and learning even more about your fantasies seems to have awakened primal and hedonistic urges within me; perhaps stirring unrealized needs of which I had been unaware. I shall take this opportunity to explore my fantasies, too. I will be selfish and our sex will focus on my needs and desires only. You will perform cunnilingus and analingus whenever I desire. As my slave, you shall not share my bed. You will sleep on the floor. To prevent your succumbing to the temptation of pleasuring yourself, we may need to get you a cock restraint for you. Your worth as a foot slave will be measured by the pleasure I receive from this arrangement. At the end of the week, if I decide that you have served me well, you will be sexually rewarded.
I must caution you that some of the things I plan to carry out may be disagreeable to you. Perhaps you will come to renounce your fantasies once you have experienced the severity of their reality; however, as your Mistress, I claim the right to do whatever brings me amusement, happiness, and pleasure. I know that it may be difficult for you to always satisfy my demands, either because of your mood or because of the level of humiliation involved; however, I want you to understand that you will never be excused from your duties. To show you mercy would be to deprive you of the adventure of true slavery at a woman’s feet. If you are disobedient or fail to please me, I will punish you severely. I will become increasingly demanding as the week goes on.
I have fully explained my expectations as your Mistress and want you to fully consider them before agreeing to spend the week as my slave.
If you choose to become my slave under the conditions I have described, you will greet me at the door tonight when I get home. I want you to be nude and kneeling, and welcome me home by kissing my feet. When I present you with my hand, you will kiss it and remove my wedding ring as a gesture of your agreement to forego any rights you have as my husband for the next seven days. From the moment you remove my wedding ring, there will be no turning back. We will immediately cease to be husband and wife; we shall be mistress and slave. You told me that you wished to be humiliated and forced to do things against your will, and I can assure you that this will be the case.
When the week is over, and we return to husband and wife, you must promise to exonerate me of all that you have experienced or suffered as my slave. I would never want this game to interfere with the success of our marriage. I want you to remember that I love you very much, darling. If next week brings you anguish or humiliation, you should consider yourself fortunate to experience what it truly means to be enslaved at my feet.
Love,
Julianna
To be continued....
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