I lay on the floor, my world in darkness, all light extinguished by the meaty, sweaty soles of Miss Rebecca’s size 9 feet.  I was sure david had the better deal: Miss Rhiannon’s feet were small and dainty, which probably meant he was struggling to draw air into his lungs from between her soles a lot less than I was.  In fact, if Miss Rebecca pressed her feet into my face any harder, I felt sure I would suffocate!

Despite our compromised airflow, I felt sure that the suffering david and I were enduring paled into insignificance compared to poor michael.  After some deliberation, Mistress H had opted to learn how to use the paddle on michael’s tortured backside and Miss Samantha was proceeding to demonstrate its proper use.  The ladies were laughing at his whimpering cries with every stroke.  There was a brief pause, presumably while Mistress H took control of the paddle, before the spanking continued.

“I hope you’re listening to this, slave,” Mistress H called to me from beyond my sweaty prison.  “It’ll be your turn soon enough!”  I was unable to reply, with the balls of Miss Rebecca’s feet pressing firmly on my lips.  But then, no reply was necessary.

Suddenly the pressure on my face intensified to unbearable proportions and it felt like my head could cave in at any moment.  I realised Miss Rebecca was now standing with her full weight on my face.  Fortunately the agony was brief as she quickly stepped forwards onto my chest before turning around to look down at me.

“Congratulations, slave,” she said, “you’ve passed your first lesson in proper foot worship.  I think you have the makings of a more-than-adequate foot slave.”

“Thank you Miss Rebecca, for allowing me to learn from your slave, david.  And thank you for allowing me to worship your beautiful foot!  I hope david didn’t mind me licking his Mistress’s feet.”

“It’s of no interest to me whether david minded or not.  I’m sure he was jealous that another man’s mouth was tending to my feet but he should just consider himself lucky that I let him demonstrate his skills on Miss Rhiannon’s foot.  But now Miss Rhiannon’s other foot needs tending to and I think you should demonstrate what you’ve learnt so far and see if you can avoid tickling her.  Now crawl over to her and beg her to let you worship her left foot.  David – get your arse over here now!”

“Yes Miss Rebecca,” david and I responded in unison.

“Please, Miss Rhiannon,” I begged as I arrived on my hands and knees at her dangling foot, “please allow me the honour of worshipping your beautiful foot!”

“Why should I?” Miss Rhiannon retorted.  “David’s so much better at it than you.  Why would I want your clumsy mouth on my foot?”

“You only deserve the best, Miss Rhiannon, but I’m learning fast and one day I hope to be as good as david.  The more you and Mistress H allow me to practice, the faster I’ll improve,” I replied.

"Hmm, it's a good argument but I'm not convinced you really want to.  Are you sure you're not just following Miss Rebecca's orders?"

"No, Miss Rhiannon!"

"So you're NOT following Miss Rebecca's orders?  Are you saying you're disobeying her orders?" Miss Rhiannon queried.  "You know that disobedience must be punished..."

"I mean... yes... I am following Miss Rebecca's orders," I faltered, "but I'd be begging you to let me worship your foot even if Miss Rebecca hadn't ordered me to."  Miss Rhiannon's teasing was getting me very flustered and my face reddened.  Miss Rhiannon laughed at me, derisively.

"Tell me how much you want to worship my foot, slave," Miss Rhiannon commanded.

"More than anything in the world, Miss Rhiannon!"

"Oh, really?  More than you want to worship Mistress H's feet?"  I was being backed into yet another corner!  Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mistress H interrupt her paddling of michael's bottom to observe my response.

"Er, no, of course not Miss Rhiannon.  Mistress H owns me and I love her more than anything.  Her feet come above anyone else's but of all the other Mistresses here I can think of no other feet I'd rather worship than yours!"

I heard the paddling of michael's bottom resume: Mistress H was clearly satisfied with my answer.

"So tell me what makes my feet so special, slave," Miss Rhiannon demanded.

"They're small and beautiful, with perfect toes and lovely arches, Miss Rhiannon!"

"And how does my foot smell?" Miss Rhiannon asked, spreading the toes of her as yet untouched left foot, pressing the bottoms of her toes against my nose.

"It smells divine, Miss Rhiannon"

"Describe the smell to me!"

"There is a mild but pleasant aroma of blue cheese mixed with popcorn, Miss Rhiannon"

"And you like that smell?

"Yes, Miss Rhiannon.  I love the smell"

"Prove it!"  Miss Rhiannon suddenly commanded.  "Unzip the front of your pouch and show me how hard your cock is for my feet!"

"Please Miss Rhiannon, no, we're in a crowded place!  Please don't make me do that!"

"Okay slave, I won't make you.  But if you don't do it, you don't get to worship my foot tonight..."

"Your wish is my command, Miss Rhiannon," I said with much reluctance.  I sat back onto my knees, unzipped my pouch and my hard cock instantly sprang free, bobbing in the air.  I was aware of a few Mistresses, who were milling around in the vicinity, stop to watch my humiliation.

"Good slave!  I see you really do want to worship my foot, so I shall let you.  Now lay on your back so I can see your cock as you worship me!"  

I complied, my erection pointing skyward for all to see.  I felt so ashamed, so embarrassed, yet so aroused!

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue!"  Miss Rhiannon ordered and I wasted no time following her instruction.  She rested her heel flat on my tongue and ever-so-slowly drew her foot backwards so that my tongue traced along her arch towards her big toe.  I could taste the saltiness of the sweat that had dried on her skin in the heat of the fetish club.  I marvelled in the different textures I could feel as her foot moved slowly across my tongue, from the slight roughness of the thickened skin of her heel, to the ridges and furrows of her wrinkled sole as she pointed her toes, to the plump fleshiness of her big toe.  I was in heaven and my erection throbbed and strained in response to the sensory delights I was experiencing.  Miss Rhiannon continued to drag the sole of her foot over my tongue, making me take my tongue back into my mouth every so often to re-moisten it.  In no time her foot glistened with my saliva and my mouth was filled with the taste of her delicious foot.  

"I think your special aftershave needs refreshing," Miss Rhiannon giggled as she repeated her ritual from earlier in the evening, rubbing her wet sole all over my face, adding a fresh coating of her foot scent to my visage.  It was utterly humiliating but totally arousing and the head of my cock began to lubricate itself with precum.  "Oh my god!" Miss Rhiannon exclaimed, loud enough for everyone else in our party to hear.  "You really are such a little pervert!"

With that she stretched her leg out and gripped the head of my penis between her toes, causing my juices to smear over the bottom of her toes and between them.  She was gently squeezing and releasing her grip rhythmically, causing my balls to ache for release and, just as she sensed I was on the verge of ejaculating, she suddenly stopped and forced all five of her toes deep into my mouth.

"Suck your disgusting juices off my pretty toes, you dirty boy," she said, sadistically.  "And you'd better not cum while you're doing it or you won't get near my feet again," she added.

Believe me, it took a lot of concentration not to explode as she pushed her foot deeper into my mouth.  Ignoring the disgusting taste of my own precum, I eagerly swirled my tongue around each of her dainty toes, cleaning them thoroughly.  Satisfied, Miss Rhiannon pushed her foot deeper into my mouth, right up to the start of her heel.  Her toes were dangerously close to the back of my throat and it was all I could do not to gag.  I sucked her foot like an oversized pacifier until she was finally satisfied, removing her foot from my mouth with a loud slurping sound as she broke the seal my lips had made.