R's FLR blog

I stood before her, trembling, unable to look away as she giggled at me, her soles only inches away.

"Silly professor, " she giggled. "You know for a certainty that you are going to get on your knees and kiss my soles. You can't resist. I have seen the way you look at my feet in class. You also know that when you do kiss and lick my feet, I will take pictures and video on my phone and after that, I own you. "

I trembled more as she continued.

"You will lose everything to me, including your freedom, and I will lock you in chastity and keep you enslaved. All that will happen once your knees hit the floor and your lips touch my feet. But you will do it anyway because you can't resist. You were born to be enslaved by a pretty girl like me. Now, obey, slave!”

I was busy outside, naked, my hands locked in heavy slave chains that only let me put my hands a few inches apart, and my ankles locked in heavy chains that allowed only short steps. I was cleaning a swimming pool that once belonged to me, in a house that once belonged to me.

Now, however, I was the one who was owned, a captive and slave in my former home, stripped of all status and rights by my former maid, and it was all my fault.

It all stemmed from a thoughtless mistake, when I had left my computer open and unlocked without even realizing it, and Emerald, the woman who cleaned the house, got on the computer, snooped, and uncovered my deepest secret, that I fantasized about being dominated by a woman.

Only hours later, I was kissing her feet, and when she got pictures of me doing that, the life I knew was over. That night, she locked me in chastity, put me in slave chains, and I never heard my name again.

By the end of the week, she owned my home and my bank accounts, and I was her property.

“Slave boy,” I heard her call.

I looked up from the pool to see the woman who owned me looking down sternly from the balcony.

“My sisters are coming over to meet you,” she told me. “Get the guest rooms ready, they are probably going to move in next week.”

”Just think,” the woman, my Mistress, told me. “If you hadn’t been so disobedient, you wouldn’t be grounded and so tightly bound to that chair. And you’d be eating what I am about to cook instead of just a bowl of lettuce that I will give you after I eat.”

I tested my bonds again. She had caught me breaking one of her most important rules - no alcohol. I had tried to sneak a sip of her wine when she’d gone to the bathroom, but hadn’t realized it had been a trap. She’d recorded the room on a camera she’d hidden just to catch me violating her instructions.

Now I was naked, locked in chastity, and tied to a chair after she’d grounded me. Grounded meant spending all my time in bondage, even when doing chores, and remaining naked at all times, as well as being spanked twice a day while grounded.

The view wasn’t terrible, though it did make me very jealous of her freedom. The way she dressed and being able to see her legs and feet so readily exacerbated my chastity.

I thought I was good at miniature golf, and in fact, at one point I had a lead over my girlfriend Josie. But her legs showing, and her feet in those flip-flops were very distracting, and she knew it, and we came to the final hole tied.

She reminded me - if I won, I would get my chastity cage unlocked for the whole weekend and would be free of having to follow her rules until Monday morning. If I lost - it was nudity for me all weekend, bondage and confinement.

She went first, and got her ball into the hole on her second stroke. I needed a hole-in-one or a two to tie. My first shot left me about a three-foot putt to tie.

Josie slid out of her flip flops and stood directly next to my ball as I moved to putt. Her feet were inches from my putter, and I trembled as I saw them, and felt her heat, and smelled her perfume.

"Don't choke," she said. "Your cock is counting on you."

I missed the putt. As it rolled around the lip of the cup and didn't fall, I blushed, and her feet remained where they were.

"Down," Josie commanded with a laugh. "Kiss my feet and admit you've lost. I've proven my superiority yet again, and that even if you'd won, you really didn't want to be free this weekend."

My heart fell. I really had wanted my cage removed - I hadn't come in several months. Defeated, I sank to my knees, hearing giggles from others on the course as I kissed my girlfriend's feet.

"I've lost," I said. "You've proven yourself superior to me again, and I really didn't want to be freed this weekend, Miss Josie. I am your slave and yours to command."

"It's a party," I told my girlfriend, Elena. "Loosen up a little bit."

Elena's eyes flashed at me, and I felt the familiar falling feeling in the pit of my stomach - I was in trouble! Somehow, in my desire to have a good time at this fairly formal party she'd insisted I attend, I had managed to cross a line with my dominant girlfriend. The look on her face told me - I was going to be punished.

"Come with me, Ryan," she ordered, snapping her fingers. She grabbed my tie as if it were a leash and led me. She glanced over her shoulder as she did.

"Hands behind your back and your head and eyes down as we walk," she told me sternly. I obeyed, blushing, ashamed and hoping nobody was watching.

"Someone's about to have some fun," I heard a woman say. "But I don't think it's him."

Elena walked me out of the house and down a walkway lit dimly by outside lights. She stopped at a stone bench, her heels clicking off the hard walkway, and sat down.

"Strip," she ordered. "The sooner you get naked, the sooner I can get this over with for both of us, but know this - you're getting much worse when we get home."

My eyes widened. "You're going to spank me here? What if someone walks out here?!"

"Lower your voice, Ryan," she said sharply, but quietly. "I don't care who sees it. I'm not ashamed to dominate you. When you get out of line, I am not ashamed to correct you. Naked, now!"

I swallowed hard and actually considered trying to run away. She could never catch me in those heels after all. I looked down at her lap, knowing I was about to go across it, running away was a silly idea.

I started to undress, and she told me to hand over my tie. Once I was naked, my eyes on her lap as I stripped, she stood, turned me around, and tied my hands behind my back with the tie she'd used as a leash to get me out here. She sat back down, putting one hand on her knee.

"Over you go," she told me. "And since you resisted, and I believe you considered running away, once I spank you, I'm going to tie your feet and make you kneel out here for an hour facing the wall. If anyone walks by, you're on display and will not speak to them."

"Please don't," I said, falling to my knees and kissing her feet. "Please don't do that to me."

"You did it to yourself with your misbehavior," she answered. "Over my lap, now, little boy."

I felt tears in my eyes as I surrendered, bending over her beautiful lap. I was so embarrassed, and ashamed, and when she laughed, I only felt worse.

We'd just arrived at our luxurious vacation destination, and I was encouraged when Lanika put on a bikini and stepped out of the bathroom. Being in an FLR, I never really knew when she might choose to exert control, but her bathing suit seemed to indicate things might be very good at the moment.

"Come out the terrace," she said. "The view is awesome, looks like."

She went out ahead of me. I quickly changed into my swim trunks, then walked out to see her waiting for me.

"It's so serene," she said, smiling gently, putting her smooth and shapely body on display for me. "So quiet and beautiful. It's a perfect place to start our vacation properly."

I halted and swallowed. My gut churned, and her face became stern.

"I told you to come out here with me," she said. "Not to change first. You've already disobeyed, so now you get to be punished. Lean over this rail after you strip out of those trunks. I want you properly naked and ready to be spanked."

I trembled. "But Ma'am, we just got here."

"You are to obey at ALL times," she said. "Any word out of my mouth is an order for you to follow, slave. Strip and bend over the rail. I'm going to step inside and get the hairbrush and you WILL be naked when I get back or I will take you down to the pool and make you kiss my feet in front of everyone."

She passed me and I stripped, putting myself into position. She came up behind me and caressed my naked bottom.

I was being punished, and it certainly felt like it too.

I was naked, kneeling, my hands tied behind my back and a rope around my neck fastened to the bed, watching my wife sleeping. Her feet were inches from my face as she slumbered. My feet were bound as well as I looked at her.

She was taking a nap after having given me a very long and hard spanking after I'd broken one of her many rules. She'd sentenced me to grounding for the weekend, which meant I was naked and bound all weekend (even if someone came over!) and would be spanked at least twice a day.

Right now, however, I was tasked with being her alarm clock. At precisely 5 p.m., I was to wake her by licking her feet so she could give me another spanking. She'd been very stern about the timing - one minute late meant 10 strokes of a cane, and 20 strokes for each minute afterward - she would brook delays.

I looked at the clock on the table. It was 4:59 p.m. I couldn't believe she was exerting this much control over me, but it was my own fault for breaking her rules. As the minute switched to 5:00 p.m., I leaned forward and gently licked her feet.

"Hmm, very good boy," she said as she stretched. "Keep that up until I tell you to stop. The more you please me, the longer I wait to spank you."

I licked as if my life depended on it, slowly, meekly, lovingly. My bottom still burned from the earlier spanking, so I certainly didn't want another one. She purred with pleasure, her eyes still closed.