Slave to my Wife

It all happened about a year ago. I had an intense foot and sock fetish but could not and would not tell my wife. I spend many a day and night glued to the computer screen going into foot fetish sites and dominate female sites. I dreamed of serving someone and embellishing in my foot and sock fetishes but never dared tell anyone about my passion. One day my wife came home early and caught me on the internet and saw one of the sites i was visiting. She said nothing as if she did not see the screen. Now you have to understand my wife does computer consulting for a living so the next day she checked my harddisk for my history files and found all the sites i had been visiting. She ventured into all of these sites and found out what I had been visiting. The next day when I came home was I in for a surprise. My wife was laying on the couch in her workout outfit, sneakers and a pair of thick white tube socks. My eyes immediately dropped to her sneakers and socks. She stated that she had been jogging for the last hour and a half and was just cooling down. She told me her feet were sore and tired and asked if i would mind massaging her tired feet. Well not knowing what she knew I said of course darling it would be my pleasure. I knelt down beside the couch and slowly started to untie her laces off of her Nike athletic trainers. I took my time enjoying the site before my eyes. I could smell and see the sweat and perspiration on her socks as I slowly began to remove the Nikes. As the first creamy white socked foot emerged from the athletic shoe I got a whiff of hot sweat quickly escaping from the confines of the shoe. The sock was very damp and warm to the touch. I slowly removed her other shoe and again experienced the release of confined sweat and heat from her almost brand new Nike trainers. I began to slowly massage her thick socked feet and my fingers quickly became moist from the damp moist sweaty socks. I was in heaven. After about 10 minutes of this and my wife slowly moaning as I massaged her feet. I was then told a little more sternly to use my lips and tongue now as a massager. My wife literally ordered me to kiss her sweaty socked feet. While I have fantasized daily about getting into the exact position i was now in i started to reconsider my plight. Here i was infront of a pair of size 8 feet that were encased in a pair of thick white tube socks that had just been sweated in for almost 2 hours. I knew in my mind that if i went to the next step and began using my lips and tongue on her sexy soles I would be admitting my fetish and my wife, as smart and cunning as she was, would then have me as her foot slave. I looked up and saw my wife moaning and cooing and i swear I could see a smerky smile on her face as if she was just waiting for me to dive in. I thought to myself what the hell. It was my wife, the socks were clean except for the sweat and I had always wanted to do this. I began to devour her sock soles with my mouth and tongue. I started by slowly kissing the toes and sole and then licking the entire sole from the heel slowly up to the toes. Warm sweat was quickly lapped up by my eager tongue and bits of white sock fuzz were also removed. When I got to the toes I slowly began sucking on each toe one at a time and then placed all 5 toes in my mouth and slowly sucked her sweaty socked toes. The taste was saltly and wet. My wife moaned even louder as I sucked her toes. I kept this up, licking, kissing and sucking on her feet for almost an hour when my mouth and tongue started to tire. When I stopped and asked my wife how that was she growled at me, litterly screamed at me these very words. " WHO TOLD YOU TO STOP SLAVE" I was shocked. My wife had just called me her slave. I slowly told my wife, honey why are you screaming at me I just finished massaging your feet. She sat up and quickly slapped me across the face. She told me that unless she gave me permission I was not to speak to her. From now on things were going to be different in the house. You like dominate women and you like sucking feet and socks well guess what? From here on out you will do just that. I will from this day forward be your mistress. You will be nothing more then a sock slave. YOu will do my every command and do it very well. If you disrespect me or do not comply immediately with any of my disires you will be quickly and harshly punished. I found out what you do when you spend all that time on the computer and now you are going to live it in real life. I spend all day buying toys and special equipment for your training. I have ordered more sophisticated equipment and toys online and they should be here in a few days. For now you will work all weekend converting our den in the basement into your training and punishment room. Once it is completed and all my toys arrive we will begin your training into a complete submissive sock slave. I was shocked! I did not know what to say. Part of me was scared shitless. Part of me was eager to comply. I thought to myself that my wife was just role playing and letting me get off on a sexual experience. I could never have been more wrong in my life. What i experienced over the next year no man would ever be able to endure. What started out as a dream fantasy ended up an a submissive nightmare for me. Stay tuned for future chapters in my life as my wifes slave.
Part 2
I could not believe my decision. I had agreed to become my wifes foot and socks slave. What I experienced over the next year was an unbelievable nightmare. I spent that weekend converting our old basement den into my new training room. I was required to replace all windows with cement blocks. The walls were then covered with thick sound proof tile, all furnishings were removed. Over the next few days many toys and bondage devices were received via UPS and the mail. A metal binding table with leather restraints, A complete wooden set of stocks that I had to assemble. A pully system with ceiling eye bolts, Various leather cuffs, ball gags, inflatable gags, blindfolds, leather hoods, crops, wooden paddles, leather tauses,spreader bars and even a few mean looking electrical hand crank generator that had wire contact leads. All the toys were neatly arranged on the walls and the equipment was assembled and placed in the room. After my weekend of preperation I was then presented with a legal document. My wife had drawn up a slave contract that basically stated I would sign over everything I owned to her and relenquish all rights to any future earnings to her. I would be signing that I would willingly submit to being her slave and would allow myself to be subjected to extreme punishements if she so desired. Before I was even asked to sign my wife instructed me to strip. After I did i was instructed to place my arms behind my back. My wrists were cuffed behind my back and the cuffs were attached to a chain that went up to a ceiling hood and ultimately to the pully system. Once attached the pully system was turned on and my wrists were pulled up to the ceiling very slowly. This caused me to bend over slightly and caused extreme pain in my shoulders. My legs were then spread wide and my ankles were attached to a spreader bar. My wife then knelt infront of me and looked directly into my eyes. She stated, Slave you have read the legal document and I expect you to willing sign it, I understand that you will more then likely not want to so I have gotten you ready for your first lesson in obeyance. Now I will ask you one time the following question. Are you ready to sign. If you do not then I will subject you to 1 hour of torture. I will not stop until the hour is up no matter how much you plead or even if you decide to sign. After the hour I will give you a second chance to sign. If you choose not too and I hope you do I will then subject you to another hour of torture. This will go on till you willingly agree to sign your contract. Now lets begin. Will you sign Slave. I plead