Sisters

My name is Arlene, and I am the big sister of the trio. I thought that being the eldest, that I would be the most experienced. That might have been true when we were girls, but not today. It turns out that our baby sister was keeping some secrets from us all along!

Now that Barbara told you her story and how she brought Bill in line, I guess I should tell you how I got my George under my control.

George has always had a thing for my feet. I always thought that this was a good thing as I could usually talk him into giving me a foot rub. I never really knew about male fetishes until Peggy told Barbara and me about them and lent us some of her magazines. Barbara and I almost had a fight to see who would take home what magazine :-).

I had always been a sneakers and flats kind of girl, but gave that up for open-toed, heck open-everything sandals. Now that I know about the power of a fetish, and the magic it holds over George, I want to make my feet as sexy as possible. I never though of myself as the kind of woman who would spend $40 on a pedicure, but now it's a matter of routine.

Now George can't keep his eyes off my feet. That was his undoing. I came in one day and instead of just plopping my feet up on his lap and asking him for a foot rub, I kicked off my sandal and toyed with the bulge in his crotch using my toes. It got bigger, and soon he had a wet spot even through his pants.

I told him, "You know, you'd probably be more comfortable if you didn't have your pants and underwear constraining that beast you have there."

He was naked in front of me in a flash and so far, all I did was remove one shoe.

Before he could sit back down, however, I dropped my next surprise. "If you expect 'the girls,'" I said wiggling my toes, "to make love to you, you're going to have to get them in the mood. Why don't you kneel down and kiss them." I had him remove my other sandal.

So here's my 6' 4" muscular husband, completely naked, penis dripping pre-come like a cheap faucet, on all fours in front of me, ass up in the air and head nearly on the ground, kissing each of my 10 toes. That must have been some picture. Actually, I do have a picture quite like that but as Barbara said in her letter, "That's another story."

I made him service me for about a half an hour and then made him get up and fetch a chair from the kitchen. I had him place it in front of it and sit on it with his legs apart, and his feet tucked behind the front legs, and made him sit on his hands. He was in a position of complete vulnerability. I could have tied him up that way, but I was getting impatient.

I put my heels on his balls and gently pushed in. This placed the balls of my feet and my toes right at cock head level. I simply pumped my feet back and forth pushing his penis from one foot to the other, occasionally flicking the head with my toes. Needless to say, he came almost at once. His semen gushed out, splattering in large pools everywhere, but especially on my feet. It felt so hot both physically and sexually.

George just slumped in the chair and whispered a, "Thank you." I told him, "You're not finished yet. Now you get to lick them clean."

There is an advantage to having sisters. We share secrets with one another. I learned the masturbation and cum eating trick from Barbara.

Eating his own cum is something that I knew was on George's "no-no" list, but I had to put him to the test. I went on to explain, "Either you clean up your mess with your tongue, or we won't do this ever again. In fact, you'll never see my feet again. I'll wear socks, even to bed!"

You were right, Mistress Victoria, it is a matter of supply and demand. I had the supply and he had the demand. I didn't need to have my feet licked or to masturbate my husband with them, but he had a need to lick them and be masturbated by them. As long as I controlled his supply of sexual gratification, I could start making a few demands of my own.

That first session was the turning point. I could see George's willingness to surrender to me. It was about a week later (totally without sex on his part) that I was ready for the kill. I got him to the point of teasing him and had him naked licking my feet, and had him fetch the chair. This time I did tie him to it, and then got up and left. He called after me, "Honey, where are you going?"

I came back from the bedroom with the chastity device dangling off a finger and said, "If we do this, you have to agree to wear this when we are done." He was hardly in a position to argue. Since then, he doesn't argue at all.

Eventually I taught George all the nuances of kissing, licking and nibbling at my feet and toes. And eventually I learned to like it myself. There are also a lot of other things I like him to do for me that used to be on George's "no-no" list.

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Arlene,

You go, girl! The most rewarding part of this line of work is hearing from ladies like you when you decide to put the men in your life in their place! The beauty of it is that any woman who has the will can do what you've done once they make up their mind to use their natural assets the way you have. If men were not meant to be our absolute thralls the Goddess would not have made almost all of them have this obsessive fixation on our feet.

Your every move was sheer perfection and I would encourage any woman who wants to assume her proper place in the household to emulate your approach. You ladies are definitely role models and pioneers blazing a trail into the future female-dominate world.

Mistress Veronica