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Beneath My Naked Sole
A True Story of Submission at the Foot of a Goddess
     It was going to be My first meeting with a slave I had only known over the screen of a computer.  I had thought for days about whether or not I should collar him instantly, force him to the ground and claim him as My property.  No, I knew that wasn't right so I had to plan something else.  I had to plan something that would be a complete surprise and would test his ability to serve under pressure.

    I felt very relaxed the night before with My plan fully worked out in My mind.  I let Myself ponder the possibilities and the intricate movements of the day to come.  Laying back in My scented bath I lazily dragged My sharp razor over My extended legs.  My pale feet with their perfectly painted toes rested on the shower wall.  The bubbles tickled My toes as I finished up My work.  I rinsed carelessly and stepped out of the steamy water to pat My legs and feet dry with a soft thick towel.  Perfect, this was going to be absolutely perfect!  Gently I rubbed a generous dollop of lotion from My hands over My legs and feet.  I smiled to Myself as I went to bed.  Knowing as I went to sleep amidst the smell of My perfume that everything had been accounted for.
    The next day I checked on the large bowl in which I had stored all the items I was going to need.  Looking over the contents once more I then placed a small hand towel over the top to cover its cargo.  No need to give the slave any chance to guess what I had in mind.  I put on a long black dress with a pair of attractive black laced ankle boots.  Certainly not too threatening, but just intimidating enough to put him off balance.  I was ready.

 


       I found it amusing to see him playing with the gift that he had brought to Me as I stood only a few feet from his car.  A large man he seemed blithely unaware of the closeness of the Woman who would shape the rest of his existence.  I waited to see just how long it would take for him to become aware of Me.  I stood still and marveled on the growing awareness marked on his face as his eyes glanced over and then fixed upon Me.


        The door opened on his side and quietly he made his way to present himself to Me.  Kneeling at My feet he lifted the crop with his palms turned upward and his head down.  It began by him saying, "Goddess".  I patted him on the head and accepted the crop.  It was thin and had a flat tip.  I sliced it through the air and felt pleased with the present.  "Good", I said in a satisfied tone.  "Now, stand and take this," I handed him the bowl as he rose before Me.  Giving Me a look of perplexed curiosity I simply said, "That is for later," in a firm voice to clarify that there would be no immediate answer to his questioning stare.

         I indicated that he place the bowl in the back of the vehicle after he had completed assisting Me into the car.  I felt very composed as I let the crop rest securely along the length of My leg.  Once he completed his task and reentered the car I got My first chance to really look at the man I had been speaking to for several months.  "I'm glad you brought it," I said indicating My pleasure with the crop.  In his eyes I saw a quiet gleam of excitement over achieving even such a small victory of pleasure with Me.

        
I had him drive Me to a place where he and I could speak for awhile as I let the suspense of the bowl and its contents build.  Finally I felt the time was right.  "It's time to go," I said and indicated that he would be taking Me to the car.  I had him drive the long way around but I was worried when I realized My first choice was in no way suitable for what I had planned.  Thinking quickly, I had him drive to a second location that I hoped would work for what I had in mind.  It didn't take long to realize that I had indeed found the perfect spot and I sent talos to fetch the heavy bowl with explicit instruction not to look inside.

        
 


 
  


 I waited in a serene butterfly garden near a small tree and a wooden park bench.  Returning quickly talos set the bowl down and stood awkwardly awaiting my instructions.  Patting the area beside where I sat on the bench he made a movement to sit beside Me which I immediately corrected by swatting his ass with the new crop in My hand.  "No, you will sit at My feet and place the bowl beside Me."  Nodding silently he dropped to the ground and bowed his head as he placed the bowl beside Me.  I ignored his squirming and made no disguise as I suspiciously inspected the contents of the bowl to see if they had been disturbed.

        

    Once I was satisfied I looked down at the large man uncomfortably seated at My feet.  I had him remove his shoes and socks and noticed happily that although the location I had chose was very secluded there where just enough curious passers by to insure that the man at My feet was aware that We were not alone.


    "Now, kiss My feet and thank Me for allowing you to attend Me." Bending low I felt the large man press his lips firmly against the lacing of My boots and as he lifted to kiss the other she he said, "Thank You Goddess for allowing me to attend You."  "Very good," I said as I removed the cover off the bowl and revealed what lay inside.  I placed each item on the ground and emptied the bowl.  There was a medium sized bottle of water, a body puff for washing, a bottle of perfumed liquid soap, perfumed lotion and a soft white washcloth.

     Smiling sweetly I lifted My boot against the chest of the man at My feet and commanded the removal of My shoe.  Unlacing slowly he rested My stocking covered foot against his soft chest.  Turning his attention now to the other foot he untied the laces and slowly revealed My other foot with crimson painted toenails.  I sat My feet down upon the hand towel that had once covered the bowl and commanded the man before Me to keep his eyes down.

            Smirking with delight I rolled My stockings down halfway and brought his face to rest against My stomach.  "Now, remove them the rest of the way," I said against his ear as I held his face.  I guided his hands up along the back of My legs and then with quivering hands he pulled the stockings down to My ankles.  Seating Myself I silently instructed him to remove them and he then sat gazing over My now naked feet.


            "Do you understand what it is that you are to do now?"  "Yes," he said nodding and I began instructing him on how to proceed.  I had him fill the bowl with warm water and scent it with My perfume.  M perfume, the smell he would come to recognize and know as Mine.  Tucking My stockings into his pocket he nearly knocked the bowl of warm water over and I wondered how long he would be able to hold up on his knees.





 

       Embarrassed and a bit shaken he concentrated on the foot placed before him and took the soapy puff over My smooth and cool skin.  His large hands dwarfed My foot and nearly concealed My view as he washed and then poured water over My skin to rinse it clean.  Finding purpose and focus in his task he took My other foot into his hands after placing My right foot gently down on the towel.  My toes gripped the towel as I relaxed under his attention and slid My foot into his cupped hands.  The soapy water cooled My toes and dripped over the back of My heel.  Again when he had finished and My feet were scented with Poison he let loose a tiny waterfall of warm water to rinse My skin clean.

 
     I touched My scented foot to his face and commanded him to use the lotion.  Rubbing My toes and feet in rhythmic strokes he massaged the lotion into My eager skin.  Paying special attention to My ankles he let his face brush against My skin as he ran his hands upward over My hard calves.  I let My feet dangle in the warm breeze.  Pleased by his performance I allowed him to find a comfortable seat as I rested My legs over him, his hands still stroking My skin with admiration.  Perfect, I thought to Myself, absolutely perfect.


~ The Goddess Athena

Published in;
Echoes from the Sanctuary
Issue November/December 1998
Echoes #0603
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