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Old 12-Feb-18, 05:05
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Supposedly a true experience

Story Name: I Lost At Strip Poker To A Female Friend
Author: celibatewhtboy

I have a very attractive female friend and we are pretty close but not in a sexual way. I mean we kid around a lot and talk about different sexual things a pretty good bit. She is married but mistreated quite often but she don't stray. She does love to have sex a lot though but only with her husband. I am divorced and pretty much sexless but certainly not by choice. She knows all about my sex life or lack of it simply because we talk a lot and we don't really hold anything back from each other.

She knows all about me and my sexual experience and resume and I know what she likes, does, does not do, how often she does it and a lot more about her sex life before her marriage and after. She knows about my desire to obey the females. She knows I am an exhibitionist and will do some crazy stuff. She knows I would love to see her naked but she won't allow it. She has seen me naked on more than one occasion since then but this time was the first time. That's the way she likes it too in that she now knows exactly what I have while I am still wondering what she has. She holds that advantage over me to this day so to speak.

Anyway, that is what set the basis for a strip poker game with her. I had tried several times to get her to play and she always said no. Well, this one time when I asked she thought for a second and said that she might but it would have to be by her rules. After so many failed tries to get her to play this was a welcome change and I agreed without even hearing the rules. I quickly said ok.

She said don't you want to hear the rules before you agree? I said it don't matter what they are I still want to play. She said ok then. What I didn't realize at the time was that she had no intention of losing and every intention to make sure that I would be the revealing one and she would remain the covered one.

She said alright, here are the rules. The game is high card. The deck is shuffled after each draw. High card wins, low card loses. You draw first then the winner draws first after that. Socks count as two articles of clothing and so do the shoes. Jewelry counts also. Pretty much anything that is being worn and can be removed individually is counted as one article and takes one loss to remove it. She made sure to include and mention this because I don't have any jewelry and she does.

The next rule is each of us must inform the other of exactly how many articles of clothing that they have on, thus how many losses it would take to lose the game and be completely naked. There is no maximum limit on how many you can start with but there is a minimum of at least one and she gives me this little sexy smirky grin.

Now, since you agreed to play by my rules then I will start the game wearing 14 articles of clothing. Those would be 2 shoes, 2 socks, 1 pair of panties, 1 bra, 1 pair of jeans, 1 shirt, 1 pull over sweater, 1 necklace, 1 watch, 1 ring and 2 earrings. Now you will start the game wearing only one, your full bodied coveralls. She smiled and said my rules remember? So grab your coveralls and go ahead in the bedroom there and remove everything else and slip into those for me.

I said oh I see now. Your rules mean near impossible odds of me winning and you losing. She said, but the possibility is there. If you are feeling lucky today then you might just pull it off and your chances are real good that you might just literally pull it off and she laughs. I said so let me make sure I understand here. You must lose 14 hands to lose the game have to show me whatcha got and I have to lose just one hand and I am out of luck, out of clothes, out of cover and pretty much out of dignity? She smiled and said, pretty simple huh?

She said so, you can still back out if you want, otherwise you need to head on to the bedroom with your one little article of clothing and prepare yourself for the game. I said hey I am a gambler from way back so I will take those odds and I went in there and ******** down and put on my coveralls. One thing was for certain. I was completely covered from neck to ankles but the problem with the coveralls was it sure didn't take much time or effort to be completely uncovered either. Just the thought of the entire ordeal had me hard as a rock and you could tell it by looking at the front.

Anyway, I went back in there and she was shuffling the deck. She noticed the coveralls poking out in the front right off the bat and said, it would appear that you are a little excited there and launched another one of her sexy and smirky grins. She said well, you ready? I said I was born ready. She shuffled some more and set the cards down. I cut the deck and then drew my card. King of Clubs I think it was. I said well at least hope hasn't totally abandoned me. She said see it is possible for you to win and she draws a damn ace of spades. She cackled out laughing and said just not very probable that you will win. Get em off there and let's see what YOU got.

Oh she was loving this. One hand. She wins the game without having to lose anything. I ain't believing you pulled a damn ace out of there. She laughed and said, believe it. I might just make sure you really believe it here in a minute. I said what does that mean? She said you will find out shortly. I was stalling for time while building up my excitement level when I said well. I guess this means the winner gets to enjoy a few bonus advantages over the loser huh? She said like what? I said well, like having any curiosity completely satisfied by no longer having to rely on a mind produced mental image or speculation. Simply put, those images will be traded in for a complete and unobstructed view of what's really there. She said I suppose you could look at it that way and I do mean literally look at it that way then she laughed again.

I said and that ain't all either. The loser is still stuck with producing those speculated mental images in his mind about what he has never seen in reality. You know that really isn't fair. She said no and that's the way I like it. So pay up loser. I stood up with my bulging front and started unzipping the coveralls. I looked at her and she was sitting there all content like with her arms crossed and sporting another version of that sexy grin she has. This grin was more like a "I won, you lost" type. I finished unzipping and pulled my arms out of the sleeves. I was holding the coveralls up with my hands and I was bare from that point on up.

I said is this good enough. She said all the way off loser. So I bit the bullet and pulled my legs out and pitched the coveralls over out of the way. So there I stood, completely naked with a full hard on in front of my friend. She was smiling and observing me. Then she said yep. It has now been verified that this has officially excited you. Then she pointed, giggled a little and said and it's crooked. I said yep. It can go places and touch things a straight one can't.

Then she said well. Since you lost and all, I want to make sure you know and understand why you lost. I said uh oh, do I need to sit down for this? She said oh no, I want you standing and in full view for this. Now stand over there in front of me and repeat after me so I can hear you say it while seeing all that bare skin a showing. I said ok. I moved over directly in front of her and fully exposed.

She said put your hands behind your back and repeat everything I say. I put my hands back there along with any hope of using them for cover. She said now, I am standing here today completely naked because I lost a game to a female and I now realize that females are better than me at most things. She paused and I repeated it. She had to rub it in some when I finished she said, could you repeat that a little louder please? I made a little face at her and repeated it louder. She said thats better.

Now, I am learning more every day that it is extremely difficult to beat the females at anything so let me verify that here and now by saying I am not as good as females are at anything. She paused and I repeated it. She continued with, I now know that this is not possible and I should immediately begin submitting to all females from this point on. I should do as they say without hesitation, argument or resistance. I looked at her and shook my head but repeated it. She is still sporting the smile and loving my vulnerable position in defeat.

She said and last. I really and truly wish I was a female. I said ahh, you are really laying it on now. She said, say it. I did and she said good. Now don't you feel better now? I said oh yes much, much better. She couldn't resist landing at least one more jab when she said, it looks like you may need to go give that thing some relief. I said, can you tell it has been a while since I had any *****. She said oh yeah, I can tell. You should get you some. I said from who? She named off a couple of names of some females she had heard me mention before but were not my type. I said, hell I would rather just beat off. She said that's the reason you can't get any. You want the married ones that you know you can't have. I said that's not completely true. I get turned down by single ones too.

I said, I need me a blow up doll. Then If they wouldn't give me none I could at least give them some humorous entertainment and make them laugh while they watched me put on a show and pound a love a doll for them. I think that would be hot having one or more females to watch me do that.. She shook her head and said you are crazy and yes that sounds like something that would be fun to watch. I said maybe I will just make a video of it and then it could be watched and enjoyed anytime. I looked at her and said I like that idea. I believe I will go for it. She just shook her head some more and said you ain't right. I said I know, don't want to be either.

Then I said well, for now please excuse me for a few minutes while I go, once again and provide myself with that relief since no one else will. She smiled and looked me over one last time and said, take all the time you need which shouldn't be much. I will just sit here, enjoy my victory and reminisce about what all I have managed to see today. Have fun with your hand.
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Author: Lucious

Hello Everyone,

Few weeks ago, I was messing around with my friends (2 girls from my college) at my place. We were testing strengths of each other and both the ladies decided to team up against me and the loser has to treat winner by buying lunch for a week. They both aggressively attacked me by grabbing and pushing me back and at one point, one of my friend literally threw herself at me which made me trip and I fell on my back. One girl pinned my legs by standing with her each foot on each of my ankle with her hands on her hips and other stood beside my head and stood on each of my wrist. Both of them were barefoot.

They started countdown. I was supposed to be up before the count of 5 but they had me pinned really well. The countdown was finished and Natasha(one who stood on my leg) stepped down. Jenna( on my wrists ) still standing on my wrists puts her hands on her hips and said "fuck, I can feel his pulse under my feet..damn it's so cool".

Natasha starts walking towards me and plants her right foot on my chest with her toes pointing towards my chin and said "Step anywhere on his torso, you'll feel his heartbeats too".

After that they got engaged into conversation,

Jenna: (laughing little) what? feeling heartbeats? oh my god, that is so awesome. From where do you get this stuff? can you feel his heartbeats?

Natasha: (her foot still resting on my chest and smiling) Well, this is not first time I am stepping on someone hun, and yes I am feeling his heart pounding under my foot (gently presses her foot to apply more pressure). It's not just the heartbeat (lifts her foot from my chest and plants it on my stomach), if you apply enough pressure on any part of the body with your foot, you'll feel the blood flow, organs, pulses and infact you'll feel his breaths under your foot.

Jenna: Jesus Natasha, who are you?

Natasha (starts laughing): Are you telling me that you never stepped on anybody? Well my boyfriend and I fool around a lot and he always wants to wrestle me but he never tries to beat me, he just pretends to beat me but never really does as he's afraid he might hurt me so everytime I would end our wrestling with me posing like a wrestler on his body and during that I noticed what things I felt everytime when I stepped on him. I've also stood full weight on my younger bro, even he always gets into fight with me but he's too fat to move quickly so he gets real good beating from me.

Jenna (laughing): Fuckin' Hell, is he okay?

Natasha: What? I'm just 145 lbs and he's 260 lbs; that fat fuck can take you and me together standing on him.

Me(requesting): Girls, lets sit and talk. I am feeling little weird lying down here like this.

Natasha (requesting): No, stay down for a while, it feels so good. Can I stand full weight on you?

Jenna: Hey even I want to feel his heartbeats and organs with my feet.

Natasha: C'mon Lu, be a sport.

Me: On one condition, bet is off

Natasha: Ya ya .. you cheap bastard.

Me: You have my permission to use me as your lab rat.

Jenna: I need to stand next to Natasha.

Natasha: Come here babe, stand right next to my left. ( Jenna comes and stands next to Natasha). Okay now what do you want to feel first

Jenna (excitingly): His blood flow and organs.

Natasha lifts her foot of my stomach and place it on my right thigh; she rests her right palm on her right thigh and puts her left hand on her hip.

Natasha: Okay then, put you foot his stomach.

Jenna gently lifts her right foot and slowly rests it on my stomach.

Natasha: What the fuck? are you stepping on your puppy or what? press harder.

Jenna carefully applies little pressure.

Natasha: Are you crazy? even a small baby wont feel a thing if you step like this.

*Natasha lifts her Right foot and plants it on Jenna foot which is resting on my stomach and pushes little aggressively*

Natasha: There you go, now can you feel his organs getting squished?

Jenna: Holy shit, I can feel vibrations under my foot, feels like something is moving inside him.

Natasha: That's his blood flow. Now press little harder so that you'll also feel his heart pounding even-though you're stepping on his stomach.

*Natasha applies more pressure on Jenna's foot and even Jenna gets more confident in applying pressure and even she presses little harder*

Me (coughing): Easy, easy girls; you are only supposed to feel my organs and pulses and whatever, you don't have to stop them.

*both laughed and said sorry*

Jenna: Whoa!! shit, it feels so cool.

*How to say them that the word they were looking for is powerful?*

Natasha: Now heartbeats and breathing.

Jenna: Yeah...

*Both remove their foot of my stomach*

*Natasha steps away and stands with her right hip out and both her hands on hips*

Natasha: Step horizontally on his chest and this time press it; more like pin him with your foot.

*Jenna steps horizontally with her foot on my chest and puts her both palms on her knees so she can apply enough pressure*

Jenna: Shit Nat, this idiot is so damn nervous, his heart is pounding so loud and fast. Still I can't feels his breathing.

*Natasha steps towards me and with hands still on hips*

Natasha to Jenna: Move.!!

*Jenna removes her foot off my chest and Natasha puts her foot vertically on my chest and stands full weight on one foot and immediately rests her other foot vertically next to other foot and with that she stands full weight on my chest facing me and her toes towards my chin and hands still on hips, looks down upon me*

Natasha: Turning Red huh?

Natasha (Sounding like a pro domme): Yeesssss... Now I can feel the air leaving out of your lungs and you're having trouble breathing.

Me: Yeah I am feeling the pressure but nothing that I can't handle.

Natasha: Oh is it? Jenna can you get down and put your hand just above his mouth; you're gonna feel something.

*Natasha raises her heels slowly and tries to stand tip toes; she successfully stands tip toes on my chest*

Natasha: Jenna are you ready?

Jeena: Yes Love.

*Natasha lands her heels heavily on my chest, forcing all the air out of my lungs, where air coming out my mouth was felt by Jenna on her hands*

Jenna (laughing cruelly): Oh my my, that was powerful sweetheart.

*Natasha flaunting the most cutest smile with hands on her hips stood on me for next half minute walking up and down on my chest and stomach and finally stepped down*.

*Natasha extended her hand to help me get up and hugged me lightly*.
Jenna thanked me for being a sport and kissed me on my cheeks and hugged Natasha for giving her such experience and they kissed each other lightly on lips.

I can't stop thinking about that day and would like to know from both girls and guys here that what are your thoughts on feeling human body under feet. To me it puts women at so powerful position that thinking itself make me feel I want to be on ground just under those beautiful soft feet.
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Story Name: My first Girlfriend
Author Name: Unknown

When I was 18, I met my first girlfriend, Gianna. At first it was just like any normal relationship, complete with our share of little game playing. One of the things we used to do, though, would change my life forever. It all started out when Gianna asked me how much I loved her and I told her that I loved her enough to bow down and actually kiss her feet (not thinking that she would take me up on the offer). Not only did she ask me to do this but she had me do it every night. It did not matter to her if we were on the beach walking around barefoot all day or if her feet were in her sneakers without socks and sweating that day, my job had become to worship her feet for longer and longer periods each and every night. This took a turn for the worse when one day we were in a terrible argument over something I had done and Gianna pointed to the floor and told me, "You better get down on your hands and knees and kiss my feet and beg for forgiveness or you are out of here!". I loved her so much and did not want to lose her so I did her request. She was still furious after half an hour of my begging and decided to call her friend Diane, who never really liked me just like all of Gianna's friends. She explained what had happened and Dianne must have asked where I was and I heard Gianna casually say, "Oh, he's here on the floor kissing my feet right now". This must have freaked Diane out because I heard Gianna trying to convince her that it was true for 5 minutes before she eventually told her to come over and see for herself.

Now let me explain that I am a straight male and am not really into kissing my girlfriend/owners feet much less someone that I do not particularly like. This meant nothing to Gianna. She hung up the phone and pulled me up to my knees by my hair explained to me what would be required of me when her friend arrived, and I obeyed because I did not want to lose the love of my life. Then the doorbell rang and my life would never be the same. As instructed I answered the door and let Diane in. She had a look on her face as if she was still trying to figure out if this was real or not. Once in the living room Diane said hi to her friend and sat down. It was then that I knew my instructions but wasn't sure if Gianna would actually make me do it or if she were bluffing. So I just stood there. Gianna looked at me and said, Well...we’re waiting". At this point I swallowed my pride and got on my hands and knees and crawled to Diane and bowed my head down and said, "Diane, I am now Gianna's slave. Would you like me to clean your sneakers with my tongue for you?" There was still hope, maybe Diane could not put anyone through such humiliation and would refuse out of kindness. No such luck. After about a minute of her hysterical laughter, Diane said, "Sure, I have been waiting to do something like this to you for a long time now. Start with the tops". Like a good slave I bowed my head and for the first time in my life, actually began licking someone's dirty sneaker. As I licked, I could hear them talk as if I were a piece of property. They said this is a dream come true and that it was something every girl should own. When the tops were finished I thought I was done, and then to my horror, sat back, put her feet up and pointed, saying "allright, now I want the bottom of my sneakers to look just like the day I bought them". Without knowing why I didn't run, I did this and gave them blackmail material on me forever.

The next day I woke up hoping that this would be something that would be forgotten and never repeated again. Silly me. Gianna and her friends were all 18 and seniors in high school. I was a recent graduate and not doing anything that day. Around 1:00 I got a phone call from her between classes and she told me to be at her house (I had the key) and waiting for her on my hands and knees with my head bowed to the floor at 3:00. When the time came and I bowed down waiting for her I was so nervous, not having any idea what to expect. I heard the door open and saw Gianna's shoes walk next to me, then I saw Diane’s walk to the other side, and then to my absolute horror, I saw a third unidentified pair. When Gianna told me to kneel upwards, I looked up into the eyes of my most hated enemy, Melissa. A little background on Melissa: she was Gianna's friend who she had to stop seeing because me and her were always at each others throats. I had spit on Melissa once, thrown a slap at her, and called every name under the sun until I told Gianna it was either her or me, and at the time the choice was me. Now I am on my knees in front of her and I see her grab me by the hair, pull my head back and spit a gigantic wad of spit right in my face before she even says a word. Melissa broke out laughing at me and told me to bow down and clean every speck of dirt off of her shoes and told me that my impending punishment would be more severe if I didn't. As she relaxed and I knelt, she would have me tell her how sorry I was for the stuff I did in the past and have me answer while still licking the bottom of her shoes. The other girls laughed at how my speech sounded with my tongue dragging across the bottom of Melissa’s footwear.

This bring me to my life today. For the last six months I have stayed kneeling every day at three o'clock only to have Gianna, Diane, Melissa, and three other girls come over Gianna's every day after school. My duties are:

Shoe cleaning: I must crawl to all six girls and lick clean the top and bottom of their sneakers, no matter what they stepped in (usually on purpose).

Feet cleaning: I then wash my mouth with soap and crawl back to them and take off their shoes and socks. At this point I start with licking in between each toe and swallowing the toy jam, them I suck each toe and chew any long toenails and swallow them, then I lick the top and bottom of their bare feet until they push my face away with the bottom of their foot.

Toilet service: This all takes place in the basement and the bathroom is upstairs. Gianna tells me that her friends shouldn't have to walk all the way upstairs to go to the bathroom as long as I am there. Melissa always tells me that she holds it in day in school, no matter how much she ate or drank just waiting for me. I don't think that Melissa has even used a toilet that much in the last six months.

Air freshener: The girls do not like the smell when one of them has gas so my job is to sit on the floor in front of a chair, tilt my head back so it is face up on the seat, and then whoever has to will pull her pants down and sit with my face up the crack of her ass and fart directly into my open mouth so that I can suck it up and they don't have to smell it. Melissa usually "accidentally" forgets to stop sitting on my face for a few minutes after farting.

Punching bag: Whenever one has a breakup or it's that time of the month, I stay on my hands and knees and am kick, punched, spit on, and beaten for as long as it takes to make them feel better.

Doormat: There is not a day that goes by where I do not have all six standing on me at once. Luckily, there combined weight is only about 650 pounds. usually they will all stand on me, the one who is standing on my face will wipe her bare feet off on it for about a minute, then get off and go to the back of the line (my legs) and wait her turn again. This is done to toughen me up for when they have a party in the future and I will be the doormat.

Ashtray: I stay on my hands and knees with my mouth open while Melissa (the only smoker) taps her ashes into my mouth. And finally,

Amusement: They like to sit in a wide circle, blindfold me, and have me crawl to whomever I think snapped their fingers and kiss their feet. If I am right, I go back to the middle and await the next snap, if I am wrong, the person whose feet I kissed gets to spit in my face and I try again.

So this is my life now and I hope you have enjoyed it. My owners have also told me to say that I am available for parties with them only requiring a small fee for my services. Oh well, I have to go, it's almost three o'clock.

Added after 9 minutes:

News Paper Report:

Saudi princess makes decorator 'kiss her feet’, orders guards to 'kill this dog'

Sep 29, 2016

Paris: In yet another case involving the royalty abusing their staff, a Saudi Arabian princess forced a painter to 'kiss her feet' and ordered her bodyguards to kill him. "You have to kill this dog, he doesn't deserve to live," she told her guards.

According to a report in the Daily Mail, the victim had arrived at the property to carry out some basic decorating but ended up annoying the princess.

Reports stated that the princess caught the decorator clicking photographs of the place on his mobile phone. She accused him of selling them to the media.

The princess, who cannot be named for legal reasons, has been accused of kicking the man, before abusing him inside a palatial flat in the French capital city of Paris.

She then called her bodyguards and asked to tie up the man and ordered him to kiss her feet.

The man's ordeal ended after four long hours, following which he was thrown out of the property. He was told to 'never return' to the area.

A case has been registered by the police, but no action has been taken yet.

The victim had also asked for some money for the work he had done. However, he hasn't received any payment yet.

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