I was fifty, single, and living alone. I had a pretty good job, a nice car, and a comfortable apartment. For a while, that was all passable, but a bit lonely. So, I started frequenting a couple of local pubs. I wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship, though I would not have been averse to that, were it to happen. For a couple of months, nothing happened, and I remained a bit lonely. Then, on one fateful Thursday nigh...

You might recall from the first chapter of this story that I had found a group of friends after several years of living successfully, but alone. I also became desperately attracted to one member of that group. Her name is Paula (Goddess Paula to me) and she had so many desirable traits that I found her irresistible. One of these traits was her perfect feet. She didn’t mind my attraction to her feet, and she even used my f...

Initially, Goddess Paula used my complete infatuation with her face, body, mind, and personality, but mostly my intense attraction to her perfect feet, to coerce me to perform some chores and personal services for her. Then, as months went by, Goddess Paula incorporated chastity, cross-dressing, and corporal punishment to increase my humiliation, obedience, and subservience. I am now at the point where I crave the rewards...