Joshua's story [part 01 of 08]

A Son becomes Mom’s foot-slave - by Lickfoot Papissa.

[Chapter 01 of 08] – AN INTRODUCTION

I’m Joshua, often called as ‘Josh’. I had just turned 18 when this story begins. That was when I fell into the ‘sole governance’ of my mother for the first time. My mother is Mrs. Eva Legloria. She is a very beautiful woman, who had just celebrated her 40^th birthday on that year of 2014.

My mom is 5'5" tall and has long brown hair. She’s got pretty fair sized breasts and a nice firm round bottom too. But her best features for me are her lovely toned long legs and, her pretty sexy feet and toes.

No matter what, I love and adore my mom very much. I know that deep down her heart, mom loves me too. Yet often, what she expresses towards me was hatred; to which she had very good reasons.

My mom had been the only child of a rich family. Her father had been a successful businessman. Mom had grown-up with all the comforts in the world. But things had changed when she was about 15 years old. Her mother had died of a cancer in 1989, and her father had re-married shortly.  Mom and her step-mother had not got on well from the beginning. Things had got worse once Mom’s father too had been paralyzed, and got bedridden.

Mom had just finished school by then, and had being dreaming of a Banking career. She had sat for a Banking exam and past well. Mom had always been a bright student. But before she could apply for any job, her step-mother had interrupted. ‘Grandma’ as I call her, had insisted that mom should get married first. She had even proposed a nephew of hers as mom’s suitor. Knowing very well that Grandma’s intentions were to gain control over the family’s wealth inherited by mom, yet not mom nor Grandpa have had the strength to stand against grandma’s plans. It is how mom had ended up marring my father.

My father had been a drunken womanizer. He had often harassed and beaten mom. The only one left to console mom had been the helpless bedridden Grandpa. Once grandpa had died, mom had secretly planned to divorce my dad, or run away from him. Mom had been 21 years old then. Somehow, dad and grandma had got to known mom’s plans. Furiously, they had tied-up mom inside her room, and my father had virtually raped mom for almost a month, until I was conceived. Mom had been heavily guarded during her pregnancy, to prevent her from trying to abort me. ‘I’, had been the wedge that my dad used to tie-up my mom; into a marriage she desperately wanted to flee from.

So, it is obvious that my mom hated me even before I was born. Apart from the Natural Motherly instincts that popped-up once in a way, mom was never very attached to me. My dad had died of a road accident when I was 3 years old, in 1999. Thereafter, mom had applied and got a job in a nearby bank, and started living some-what an independent life.

Although Grandma, me and mom lived in the same house, all my needs and were taken-cared by Grandma. For mom, it was as if I didn’t exist. On the other hand, I adored mom, and always tried to be helpful to her; and be noticed by her. But she never seemed to notice me except when she was depressed, drunk or furious. Then she would yell at me saying; “You are nothing but the looser son of that pathetic father of yours. I hate to see you. So, please.. Get lost !”.

It was just two years ago, in 2014 that Grandma passed-away of a heart-attack. Mom was then forced to be my guardian. I was a senior college student of 18, studying IT & Computer Studies. Mom now was a senior officer at her Bank. And it is then that story of mine actually begins !.

Once mom was in charge, she straight-away gained control over me and the house-hold affairs. She told me:

“Now look Josh, I have no intention nor time to baby-sit for you here. I’m not going to spend a penny on you either. You better manage with whatever allowances you are getting, and if possible make some savings of your own, if you want to please me. And as long you are going to live in ‘my’ house, I’ll expect you to do all the house work like cooking, doing the laundry, sweeping and polishing the floors, washing my car and a bit of gardening etc. Now is that clear?”

“Yes mom”. I said with no hesitation. I’ve always wanted to serve her and please her.

“And also try to understand, I am not forcing you to do anything here okay?. Whatever you choose to do, you would to because you are pleased to do it; because you want to please your mother!. At any point that you don’t want to obey my rules, you are free to leave this house and walk-away. I don’t care where you go or, or on what street you end-up rotten. Understood?”.

“Yes mom”.

“Good!. And One other thing !. I can’t allow you to use so much of space in this house. So you will move into that small room under the staircase, in which your Grandma used to stay. I’ll have that up-stair room of yours converted into a walk-in closet attached to my bed room. Now… I know we have not had the best of relationships in the past. And you know that sometimes I hate the sight of you, because you remind me of that devil father of yours. Anyway, let’s try to cope with each other. I expect you will serve and please your mother well, in the way a women like ‘her’ should be treated!. Right son?”. Mom asked.

“ Yes of cause, mom” I replied. I was so happy to hear mom call me ‘son’.

Since then, our lives fell into a routine. I would get-up at 5.00 am in the morning and start my daily chores. In the morning before mom woke-up, I would prepare her Bed-tea and breakfast, Iron the suit she has selected and left out, clean and polish the pair of shoes she has left chosen for the day, wash and clean her car and water the plants in the garden. At about seven, I would wake-up mom, give her the bed-tea and leave for collage. Thus I have time; I usually walked to school from home, so that I could make a saving on the bus fare un-spent.

Mom would have her Bed-tea, then come down and have her breakfast. Later she would have a shower, dress-up and drive down to work leisurely. She would be returning back only at dusk. In the meantime, coming home after school I sweep and clean the house, including mom’s bed room and closet. I also usually clean her bathroom and do her laundry. I make sure that supper is ready by the time mom gets home.

Though mom sleeps in an Air-conditioned bedroom, drives an AC car and works in an AC environment, mom always comes home exhausted. Once home, mom straight-away comes and falls on to the living room recliner chair. She kicks-off her shoes and rests her feet on the leg-rests.  I switch on the TV and celling fan, and place a bottle of chilled Wine with a glass on the table beside her. I also bring her flip-flops down from the bedroom and place them beside her chair. She would watch TV for a while before having her dinner and go up-stairs to change and go to bed. We got so accustomed to this routine that, after sometime, neither mom needed to remind me of what to do nor I needed to ask mom what should be done ’next’.

The routine only changed during the weekends, where mom would stay in bed for longer. I usually carried the breakfast to her bed on such days, and draw-open the curtains in her room. She would spend the morning on bed going through her various Cosmo magazines or watching a movie on her bedroom DVR. Most evenings during the weekend, mom used to go out with her friends, and party till late.

Some mornings she would go shopping, or go visit a spa or her beauty parlor. Mom never forgets her weekly manicure & pedicure appointments. She is very concerned about her health and about her looks, especially her toe nails. She usually chooses a different shade of nail polish every week. It could vary from Silver-white to, Golden-Yellow, Pearl-pink, Scarlet-red, Sky-blue or to a Luminous-green. During the respective week, mom would match her outfits, shoes, jewelry and hand-bags according the nail polish color that she has chosen.

 Mom normally wore business suits to work, with extremely short skirts. On weekends, when she went out with her friends, she wore various outfits. They even included dresses with extreme-thigh-high splits. Mom had a good sense and taste of fashion. Whatever mom wore, she looked very attractive and sexy.

It is not very un-common for me to see mom semi-necked or in provocative outfits. Often I have seen her in semi-see-through nighties in her bedroom. Yet out of all, what excites me most, always are here legs, feet and footwear. Mom has a vast collection of footwear. They included court-shoes, open-toe pumps, sling-back heels, various mules and strappy stilettoes.

From my early teenage years, I had developed a special interest in women’s feet and foot-wear. Probably it was not developed into a fetish at first. But certainly it kept developing. No doubt, mom’s feet were the most accessible inputs for my greedy eyes, in nourishing my burring fantasies and developing such a foot-fetish. In my dreams, I always felt that mom was a ‘Goddess’ that I should pay homage to; and worship. I often dreamed of worshipping mom’s beautiful feet. When masturbating as a kid, my biggest fantasy was to be crushed under my mom’s feet.

Once I started to live under the governance of mom, these childhood fantasies of mine started to run wild. Every afternoon, while I cleaned the house, I spent a considerable time in mom’s walk-in-closet, dusting and polishing mom’s shoes. I usually had to pick-up her most recently worn pair from the living-room, where she had removed them the previous day, and place them back in the closet. I couldn’t resist sniffing them and licking them clean, as they still had the warmth and the fresh aroma of her feet on them.

I did all the laundry of mom’s, including her under-ware. Mom usually left her soiled panties soaked in a bucket of water. So I never got to sniff her fresh scent out of them, though I often noticed the various stains on their crotch areas. I always felt so privileged for been allowed to wash her utter-most private garments. I washed, dried them and neatly folded them back into mom’s under-wear drawer, with great reverence. It is not that I never gained any sexual pleasure through them. I sometimes did sniff them while washing, or place a light kiss on them before placing them in the drawer. But never did they turn me on as much as her shoes did.

Whenever I found some time in between my afternoon chores, I masturbated while sniffing and licking mom’s shoes. I fantasized my mom as a dominant ‘Foot-Goddess’, who tramples me and orders me to lick her shoes and feet. Actually, I did all the house-hold chores tirelessly and with cheer, because I did them imagining me as a slave of my ‘Goddess’ mom. In other words, I fantasized been a voluntary slave for my gorgeous mom.

Though I did all the house-hold work without any complains, I was also very careful to not let mom know about my fantasies at first. I was afraid that if she found-out about it, she would think I’m a maniac, and throw me out of the house.

In the meantime, I also found many stories and videos about ‘dominant-foot-goddess’ on the internet. I mailed most of those links to mom’s personal E-mail account. I created a dummy mail account under the false name ‘Joy Foot-slave’ for sending her such links. As I had already cracked down the pass-word of mom’s laptop, I checked her browser history whenever I got a chance, and soon discovered that mom too had started visiting those sites regularly.

I felt so happy the day that I made that discovery. I felt that this meant that the potentials of my dream of been mom’s actual personal foot-slave, would someday soon become a reality.