My Master, Jacob

My Master, Jacob - Part 1

It was a day in the mid summer of California , where men and women walked around in as little amounts of clothes as possible without it being classed as naked. The men wore tank tops or maybe they just went topless, shorts and flips flops or sometimes shoes without socks on underneath. I had a friend who I met in high school who fitted this description perfectly, his name was Jacob.

Jacob was a tall 18 year old (same age as me) man, rather muscley but not over doing it. He had dark brown hair that he normally combed into a quiff. Also, he wore glasses. They weren't just thin rimmed nerdy glasses though, they were real designer hipster glasses. Jacob was gay, I accepted that as I was too but also because I cannot stand homophobic people. Me? Well I am quite the opposite. I am short, I have blonde hair that hangs in a fringe above my eye and I am skinny but not muscley.

One day we were sitting in my bedroom on my bed, both on laptops on Tumblr which is basically where we live. I have a foot fetish, a gigantic one. However I did not tell Jacob this in fear of rejection or judgement but I still had a suspicion in the back of my mind that Jacob liked feet too. He certainly wasn't shy of showing his feet off or talking about them. After a long run of silence in my room, Jacob finally said "Hey, this is getting quite boring isn't it? Just sitting here, silent except from showing eachother a funny text post that describes us perfectly every once in a while. Do you wanna play a game?"

"Oh god, okay Jigsaw" I said jokingly. "How about.... truth or dare?"

"Okay, I don't mind." He replied.

We sat there bickering over the rules and who would go first along with the limits of the extremity of the dare. I went first, then Jacob went and we each had a fun time answering creepy questions and screamimg inappropriate things out of my bedroom window. Everything went by like a breeze until on one of my turns I asked for a truth. Jacob said "Okay" and tilted his head up a little bit to look as if he was thinking of a question that would push me to my boundaries. He finally came up with one as I blew a sigh of relief before saying "Finally!"

"Okay here it comes. Do you have any wierd fetishes or guilty pleasures?" I looked at him in shock and thought that this may be the only time I will be able to actually tell him my secret without it feeling random or wierd, so I did. "Yes actually, I do" I looked at him as his eyes lit up and eyebrows raised. "I have a foot fetish" I finally said, immediately turning my head away in embarassment but what happened next was what surprised me the most.

All of sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder as he lifted up my chin and gently faced my head towards him. "Don't worry dude, I do too." He whispered sensually, I could feel my cheeks beginning to hurt as started to smile gleefully. It was amazing, I thought I was such a wierdo, I had heard of men liking girls feet before but never had I heard a gay foot fetish before. I was delighted. "We have to arrange something" He said out of nowhere. "What do you mean?" I replied, confused but intrigued.

"I can tell that you have been doing your research, I feel like we should cure our horny lust for beautiful feet. Do you agree?"

"Oh my god yes, I have been waiting for something like this to happen for so long!"

"Same, here. What do you wanna do?"

"I will be your foot slave, Jakey. I adore your feet and would be honored. Would you let me?"

"Of course I will! Tomorrow at 2? I will come over and we will do it in your room."

"Hell yes, I can't wait!"