Kissy-Foot

Kissy-Foot

by Kimmie Holland and Meeah Mackenzie

[authors note: This story was kindly passed on to us by our friend Bernadette who requested only that we post it in her own words. We have complied with her wishes, passing the original text—with her generous permission, of course—through the filter of a cursory spell check in order to correct only the grossest grammatical errors that might have confused the reader’s comprehension of this otherwise straightforward account of fetish, feminization, and female dominance. Enjoy]

You excuse my English not so good I know but I want to tell story in my own words how I become rich woman with own slave-girl who used to be big strong man, hee-hee. My name Bernadette Lee and I from China not long ago. I work in tech support at company where Alan—that is old name of slave-girl—make good salary which is now my salary.

It start when I see Alan every time check out my legs. He don’t think I notice but I do. I have good legs I know. Many man like to look at them but Alan different. He have special weakness I can tell. He stop many times at my cubicle, make excuses to talk to me. Every time he sneak look at my legs. Easy to see he like. His eyes follow all the way to floor to my feet. That his secret. Alan have weakness for female feet. He have foot-fetish.

Now I know Alan like my feet, want to see, so I start to tease. I wear pumps with very high heel, sling-back, peep-toe, and sheer stocking. He take chair across from me and we talk, any excuse for talk, he talk. Sometime I let shoe hang from tip of my toes. This drive Alan crazy. I see him try not to stare at my foot. He move around in chair and lay papers on lap to hide the bump in his pants but it no use. I see. He very turned on. I smile to myself. This very easy. I know I find my slave.

Next step I wear sandal. High heel, many straps, very sexy in red color. I paint toenails also in red color, very bright, very shiny. I wear also jade toe ring. Good luck. Very pretty. Even I admire. Bernadette always even as small girl have feet that are beautiful. Everyone say. “You can have world at your feet,” my mother tell me. I see now she right.

Alan step right into trap. He see my sandal and for one moment I think he fall right to floor and kiss my feet hee-hee. Next day he ask me out for date. I put feet away. I no show him more for now.

It third date before I show him feet again. I tease all night but no take off very high heel shoes. I see he very disappointed I no wear sandal again. He mention how nice they were. Ask where I buy. He try to be how you say nonchalant. Say to me, “High heels look uncomfortable. Don’t you want to take off?” Hee-hee. He very obvious, no? This at my house after date. He take me to expensive dinner, expensive show, buy flowers, small shiny gift, treat me like Queen.

It time I think. I say “You like my feet, yes. You want to see.”

Alan look scared. He think he not show his secret. That I think him weirdo, not want go out with him any more.

“It okay,” I say. “I don’t mind you want to see my feet. They are pretty, no?”

I make him feel better. Easier to admit he like my feet. I see him breathe very big relief. He my slave already I think.

“Yes,” he says. He tell me he thinks my feet beautiful, most beautiful feet he ever see. He want very much to see.

I laugh.  I ask how much you want to see?

He say very very much.

I say, “You do anything to see?”

He say yes.

“You kneel on floor and kiss Benadette’s feet. Show how much you love beautiful feet?”

“Yes,” he say.

I see he so excited he make wet spot on front of pants. This just first step I think as he kneel on floor in front of me. I take off high heels. I wear stockings this time. I let him kiss feet just one time each. Next time I promise more if he follow rule. He agree not even ask what rule. This Alan make one big mistake after another.

Every time I let him see feet he must do what I tell him. Rule simple. Obey me or no feet. Always he must be naked and on knees. First time I see him naked, Yuck! I say, hair on body is no good, disgusting to me. Chinese man no have all that hair on body. Take it off or no see pretty feet. Next time Alan only hair on head. His body smooth and white as young girl’s body. Very nice. I let him give me pedicure as reward. He very happy.

I tell him, “You like pretty feet so much, why not make your own pretty toes?”

He asks what I mean.

I say, “Give yourself pedicure. Same color of toenails as mine. Yes, you do or no more kissy-foot.”

Next time his toes painted. Color of ripe strawberries. I laugh and he turn pink, very embarrassed. That’s good, I think. I tell him not to worry. His toes very cute this way.

“Don’t you think so too,” I tease.

I make him admit that he does think they look cute. I tell him good. He always keep polished. I no want to see him anymore unless body is smooth and toes are polished. He agree. I let him massage my feet and kiss them for reward. He happy again.

Time I think now for step two. We no have sex yet. I tell him not ready yet. I see he very frustrated, hee-hee. He always very hard when he give me pedicure or foot-massage. His cock drip when he give me kissy-foot. This hard cock very disgusting to me, I tell him. Too big, too drippy wet. I no like such big cock.

“You want to cum, no?” I ask him, poking balls with my toes. “Let out gooey stuff?”

“Oh please,” he begs me let him to cum. It very funny, very pathetic to hear.

“Okay,” I say, “I let you make cum, but first you do something for me.”

“Anything,” he promises.

“You take medicine pill.”

“What kind of medicine?”

For first time, he look worried. I wonder if he obey. But I tell him it okay. Pill just Chinese herb. Make his cock not so disgusting to me. Then maybe we fuck. If he take now, I tell him he can touch himself while he do kissy-foot, make cum on cloth I give him. I know what he choose, no need for read fortune cookie to tell. Old Chinese proverb say, “The harder the man, the easier to bend.” He swallow pill. He so excited it not take very long at all. He kiss and lick my toes like cat. I look down at him and think what he look like with long hair, in short silk dress, collar around neck, a barefoot slave-girl. He cum quickly, make very much goo, with hardly any touch at all.  It soon not be so easy, not be so quick, I think, hee-hee.

Alan not a stupid man. He very weak man, but not stupid. Not same thing. He suspect what pill are, what kind of herb I make him take, but he can’t help himself. He like too much making cum on cloth while playing kissy-foot. He think maybe he can stop when he like, break up with me, but I don’t think possible. I think he play until end, until no get hard any more, until he my slave-girl. I have mother who mixes the herbs for pills. She make them stronger and more strong every week. She say in no time Alan make no more cums. Very soft then, gentle like girl. 

Already it take longer for him to make mess on cloth. He rub very much before it happen and then not so much goo. I tell him I like much better. His dick not so big, not so ugly. Much cuter, I tell him. Even cuter with pink bow tied around. He do? Maybe we soon fuck. He do. He do anything for promise of fuck with me. I tell him men underwear yuck, make me sick to look at. Much better, much cuter his cock with pink ribbon in panties. So he wear panties, very sex kind, g-string, thong. Stockings, too, with garter belt. Make smooth legs much prettier and painted toes, too, I say. When herbs in pills make his breasts puffy like young girl’s I tell him he must wear small pink bra. Now when he kneel to give me pedicure or to play kissy-foot he dress all in girl’s underthings, look very pretty I tell him, even better than making cum, no? Hee-hee.

Yes, each time harder, harder for Alan to get hard. Soon he no get hard at all. He cry and cry. I tell him no cry, this is good. I no like hard cock. I like soft cock. He very much upset, tell me he no can fuck me with soft cock. That is when I say I no like to fuck. It better without fuck, just kissy-foot. He sob in my arms like baby but he no can make baby, hee-hee. I tell him it okay, everything all better now. He never get hard again, medicine not reversible. He soft now always. He belong to me now. He live as my girl, not so bad a life. He give me all his money from work; he treat me like queen. I no work. He do everything, give me everything. It like being married, no? Hee hee.

Easy to make a man a slave who loves you. Not Chinese proverb, but maybe should be, no? It true, my mother always said. She right. Alan in love with me, in love with my feet. He no can live anymore without me and feet. He agree to everything I ask. I no force him to be slave. He come along of free will, his own decision, the last choice he ever make, hee-hee. I give him new name, Chinese name, Alan no good for name, too yucky, Bernadette no like it. Xiao, I tell him is new name. He ask what it mean this name xiao. I say, “it mean kitten, pussy,” hee-hee.

Next I take home to family for show. For this he wear red silk hobble dress, very feminine, very Chinese-girl, bare feet in straw slave sandals, much eye make-up and red lipstick, very pretty, very sexy, hee-hee. Also he wearing collar with little bell, make pretty sound, like music. I introduce to everyone as slave. To show respect he kiss feet of mother and sisters, kneel beside my chair at dinner, quiet and with much respect. He gain approval from all, even brothers who make jokes and laugh at such weak white male who become slave for woman’s pretty feet.

Later, with women only, I have him show his soft no-good cock. It so small now, so cute. Mother take in hand, roll between fingers, play with, but don’t make hard. She and sisters and I laugh and laugh and Alan now xiao turn red as peony.

Alan own family have much disgust, much shame. They don’t want to see son, brother any more. Disown. This good for Bernadette. Make much easier for next steps. Alan sell home, give me all moneys, savings account, 401, life insurance, everything. Slave own nothing. He work hard at office and at my home. Even at family restaurant. Day and night. He must. He slave. At work they think he homo, big fag, girl-boy, but no fire, it against law. He better not fired I tell him or I make him whore, Chinatown dancing girl for old men. No joke I do it too, hee-hee.

So this my life now, pretty good, not bad for girl from China, yes, live like pampered queen with slave, America dream yes? My story a happy ever after, like fairy tale, all thanks to pretty feet, hee-hee.

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