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Lexi FS 001 30 Oct. 2021 to JuliusAbove I'm going to try t..
🕑 Added 2022-04-08 23:41:17 +0000 UTC Lexi FS 00130 Oct. 2021
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I'm going to try to do most of these reports in more of a diary/journal form in case you want to pull extracts from them for OF, Twitter, or elsewhere. I really need to get in the practice of doing them sooner after a visit though as things get fuzzy or pushed out by other events in the week.
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On a related note to positions, I've also been meaning to mention that when you had me lie under your desk chair a few weeks back with my head near the hole under the desk but with my body and head on the same side of the desk as you I thought that worked out quite well overall and it is definitely nice to be available as your footrest, masseuse and foot licker/cleaner as well. And while I still like being on the other side from a only getting to see and access your feet perspective I found being on the same side it's own interesting experience and also less frustrating to hold or reach your feet as needed to perform my foot duties.
Okay, now to last week's session:
Sir was seated and wearing socks and slides when I presented myself dressed (in a maid uniform and leather collar with 3 D-rings) and ready for service. He had me remove the first slide and proceed to inhale some of his scent. On one or two occasions his feet have been pretty vinegary due to, well, I'm not sure what, maybe activities done that day or certain shoes or maybe some dietary choice, and on those occasions there were somewhat hard to take but most of the time I find his scent to be wonderful to behold, more of a corn chip scent. This was one of those days.
Sir had me hold his socked foot and had me sniff along the underside of his toes. The purpose of this was multiple, I suspect. First, to give me a task to perform, to warm me up for service by having me submit and be obedient, to get me back in the headspace and rhythm and habit of that. Secondly, to inhale the remove the scent of his Masterful feet, strong from a long day's work, from the room, to transfer it from his socks and feet into my nose and lungs, so that I would have to absorb and live with it and he would not.
How did I feel about performing such a task? Well, it was, as usual, a somewhat contradictory mix. On the one hand, it was wonderful to be able to do something to make his life easier and more comfortable, which is the main thing the life of a slave should be about. And for most foot fetishists the natural scent of a person's feet is as wonderful and intoxicating as the finest roses, cologne, or perfume, better actually due to where the scent comes from. And here you now are, not only getting to imagine someone's foot and the aroma that comes from it but actually getting to experience it, in fact being commanded to experience it as fully as possible, tasked to remove it by drawing the magnificent scent from those feet into yourself.
But there is also part of you, an inner voice that in a way is an outer voice, outer because it is a part of you that knows or imagines what this looks like from the outside, from the perspective of someone who is not a slave on the floor, deeply and repeatedly inhaling the stench of their Owner's feet. And that perspective reminds you that this is not normal, this is not something that people, especially fully functioning adults normally do, not of their own free will, that this is usually something someone is forc d to do by someone much stronger than themselves. And yet here you are, sitting or kneeling on the floor, using your nostrils to suck in as much foot scent as you can, over and over until it seems to be gone or you are given a new task, both wanting to be successful but also wanting it to take a while so that you do have, or get, to keep sniffing and enjoying the stench of those sweaty feet.
So it is a task that is both wonderful and yet also humiliating at the same time. And while part of you is humiliated by what you must look like, what you are doing, what you are CHOOSING to do for someone else, and the fact that you're secretly or perhaps obviously ENJOYING it, another part of you is fine with that and just wants to just bask or wallow in it and revel in the humiliation and the obedience, even though your Owner and others are likely snickering at you, at least internally, while you do.
Sir then had me stop my motions of moving my nose along his toes and had me push my face into his socked foot and to hold position there. At first he had me push my nose into his toes. I don't know if I've ever admitted or said this but this is one of my favorite positions or activities in being a foot slave. Firstly, there is almost no other way to get as connected with the things that own, influence and control you, the pair of feet in front of you. You are pushing your nose into the part of the foot that generally generates the most scent, and are willingly having your nose surrounded by some of those toes, them almost appearing or feeling like the bars of a prison cell, the underside of your nose right over the curve between the toes, two pieces of a puzzle fitting together and one of those pieces being trapped there until the Owner allows release, the undersides of those toes and the ball and part of the sole pressing against your face all the while. And then sometimes being commanded to sniff again, repeatedly, audibly, to draw every last bit of scent you can from between the toes while you're there. Part of you is thrilled to be there while another part of you thinks what you must look like from the Owner's or a spectators point of view and you become very grateful that you are, per your training, looking down at the feet or floor in front of you so that you do not have to me et the gaze of the person who is watching you willingly bury your face in their toes.
Sir then had me move my face lower, so my nose was now near his arch and his foot was more fully covering my face. He had me hold there for a bit, acting as his footrest and driving home that I was, among other things, a place for him to rest his feet, and that it was the highest purpose in my life, along with the other services I happily performed for his feet.
After a pause to experience all the sensations of remembering that 'the slave's nose goes in the toes' and 'getting' to practice that and then getting to be a footrest for his socked feet Sir surprised me with his next command. He had me draw some of his sock away from his foot with my teeth and to pull it into my mouth. He then told me to suck on it. So I know found myself with my face in his feet and I was now sucking the accumulated, condensed sweat from the day, or perhaps days, out of his socks and into my mouth. This was, like everything else, a mix of emotions. A mix of joy at the luck and blessing I was receiving along with the humiliation of being a human pre-soak cycle for the socks he had worn for several hours, and perhaps days, the sweat of his feet now making it's way into my mouth and down my foot slave throat.
After some time to 'enjoy' my beverage, Sir, had me remove the sock and to provide his foot with a thorough tongue bath. I try to be thorough with these, as is expected, and I'm pleased to say I've received some occasional compliments on how thorough I am with them. This makes me happy, as of course I want to do it well to please Sir and to demonstrate my admiration for his bare feet and my adoration of them. But then I also remember just what it is I'm doing so thoroughly and well - obediently licking someone's bare feet - and the humiliation returns. Is this something one SHOULD be good at, that they should receive compliments on, that they should WANT to do well? Shouldn't it be something that someone only does under duress, and well to avoid some sort of penalty, not in a quest to earn some approval or a scrap of pride? And I remember again that I, for better or worse, am not like 'normal' people. But perhaps that is okay, even good. There is an incredible, almost infinite range on the 'food chain' of life within the universe, and I know my place on that scale - I am a foot slave.
Okay, I didn't think I'd babble on and that seems a good place to stop as I have a couple of things yet to do in order to be on time this evening. In short, just to complete the report, after the foot bath I was allowed to move onto the cleaning chores for the evening, which was a mix of kitchen cleaning, dusting, sweeping, mopping, laundry, and bathroom cleaning. On this occasion Sir went upstairs while I was doing my duties and I did my duties while listening some music. This time I went with a collection by The Yardbirds who during the course of their short career had three of the greatest guitarists in rock and roll in their lineup, back to back, those being Eric Clapton, Jimmy Page, and finally Jeff Beck. I was hoping Sir might hear and be intrigued by some of it but he was busy with other things.
Once I announced that I had finished I was allowed to massage Sir's feet for a few minutes before I was dismissed for the week.
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