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These are to make sure you don't try to escape. You will eat one of these every day. They are not sleeping pills like the ones you took, they will make you completely weak and docile. We don't want you ever trying to escape; you will be here forever as a foot slave to both of us, and these will make sure you don't have the energy to try to escape from your bonds. You will never have sex with us, though. That's the fun part, for us, not you" they both laughed.

Maybe you are new to this way of serving but I will enlighten you to the joy of financial domination.

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Hey bro, I don’t judge. If you want to smell them smell away, but I’ve got a better if you want to hear it” he said

Every morning when you wake up and every night before bed, you will worship my feet no matter how tired you are. In the six-month trial that began in November 2016 at Nottingham crown court, it soon became evident that was part of the ringleaders’ modus operandi. The Rooney family may have beaten their victims and left them to live in squalid conditions, but they gave them a place to live – something many of them had previously lost. If at any moment I embarrass, humiliate, and expose you for being the submissive little foot freak that you are, you don't complain about it. The people enslaved by the Rooney family lived in basic caravans with no running water or toilet facilities. Photograph: Lincolnshire police/PA Draining human ATMs of their cash always brings ME great pleasure. In My opinion, however, the financial aspect isn't enough. I strongly believe thatreal cash slavesfeel thenatural needto tribute a superior like Myself but also to show ME true devotion, commitment and loyalty. They know they wereborn to serve. They crave My attention and live to please ME. They are powerless tools who reveal their weaknesses and let ME use that knowledge to exploit them, to get whatever I want from them.

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Now, let us tell you a little bit about your new life" Nikki said smiling while Jens toe was still in my mouth. "Because you didn't want either of us, you will never get either of us. What you will get is our dirty feet, every day, night, morning, and any other time we choose, every day, for the rest of your life" Two days after the initial call, we spoke to Alan on the phone. Initially, he was monosyllabic and talked in a monotone. I knew that victims were left extremely withdrawn after years of being institutionalised. But when I handed the phone to Mum, Alan said: “It’s so good to hear your voice.” Somehow, we all managed to stay composed, but once we had said our goodbyes, the tears came.

We were all devastated. When did we lose the little boy who would run up to us all for cuddles? He would turn up to the house so high that Mum often feared for her own safety. You may never glance at another woman's feet. Even if by accident, you will get your balls beat for it. My feet are perfect and should easily be enough to look at. I like faggots to impress ME, sacrifice as much as they can by showering ME with cash and gifts. So get yourself a real purpose in life and serve ME. Join My STABLE of loyal, well trained slaves who open up their wallets and pull out those notes and credit cards to make sacrifices for their straight MASTER. Now get to it, weak homo. Spoil ME. Give up your own wants and needs for the benefit of Mine. Work hard to make My life easier and easier. You filthy homos have to understand that you willnotput your greedy hands all over Myhot muscular body. You may of course be allowed to admire it and even get the privilege of cleaning Mysweaty armpitsandFEETwith your tongue.These were the last girls I wanted to see. They had both separately shown interests in me in the past few weeks and I had snubbed them both. Jennifer was crazy, and a bit too chubby for me, and so was Nikki plus she had short hair and I just wasn't in to that. They sat on my couch and told me they were waiting for my roommate. Whatever, I thought, as long as they were gone before the pills took effect. It was late and I was hanging out in the living room of a house I shared with a few friends. I was on the internet messing around and had taken a few sleeping pills to help me get to sleep. I was alone when I had taken them, but a few minutes after I popped them Jennifer and Nikki had come over. We grew from kids to teenagers and while my life and that of my other brother continued on a fairly normal route towards establishing careers and buying our first homes, Alan started to stray from the path. He had always been such a happy boy, the joker of the class and always smiling, with a huge affection for animals. In many ways, he was quite gullible but we always put it down to his sensitive and caring nature. Compared to ME, there is no doubt you are a weak, pathetic, ugly and dumb freak. Look at ME, then look at yourself in the mirror. At that very moment you will understand why you crave to serve ME, to worship ME, to be My puppet. However, we soon learned that his easy-to-love persona masked problems. Not long after having the whooping cough vaccine at four, Alan had started having seizures. Consequently, his education suffered and, despite Mum’s desperate pleas to health professionals that Alan had been left with mild learning difficulties, she was told she was being over-anxious and there was nothing wrong.

Now I’ve known him for a long time, and we’ve done a lot of crazy things together and with our other friends but this, I didn’t know what was going to happen. Always treat me like a beautiful perfect goddess. You should be extremely grateful that I chose YOU to be my foot slave. If there is something your goddess doesn't approve of such as a habit, you must break that habit. Your goddess has good intentions for her precious little foot boy. As she said it Jen started snipping the scissors near my nether region. At the same time Nikki moved her dirty foot near my mouth. "You have a choice. Either start cleaning it with your dirty tongue or lose your manhood"Two months after that first phone call, we finally got to see him. My husband and I, along with Mum and our other brother, drove to a pub for the meeting. It was an agonising journey. My stomach churned the whole way and all I could do was gently grip Mum’s hand – none of us had any idea what to expect. The judge at the trial of 11 family members, Timothy Spencer QC, described their behaviour as “chilling in their mercilessness”.