If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s lies. Rubén presented himself as a submissive who only sought a master, a loyal dog and all those things people say when they try to sell themselves. I decided to give him a chance, and we started practicing feet fetish, meeting on a few occasions.

Among masters, we know each other just like bitches tend to go in packs. One day I was chatting with a friend, and I explained the situation with Rubén. He also knew him, and indeed they too met to practice feet fetish, and he was sold to him just like to me—a submissive who only wanted a master and who was a faithful dog.

We decided it would be a good idea to surprise him, so we agreed to meet at my house. I would be there with something special waiting for him.

The doorbell rang, and I opened it. After the "Hello Master," I invited him to the dining room, where he saw my friend, and his expression changed.

We told him not to worry, that there was nothing wrong, and that he could leave if he wanted, or stay since we had something prepared for him involving his fetish for our feet. He chose to stay.

The other master and I took off our shoes. I took our sweaty socks, as he likes, and boiled them in a pot with water for 10 minutes. I set the table with a placemat, a glass of water, and a spoon.

I invited Rubén to sit at the table and served him a plate of delicious soup for dinner; he had never experienced anything like this before.

Rubén savored the soup under our gaze, taking just a few minutes to finish the plate. When he finished eating, we told him to please get up as that would be the last time we would partake in his fetishes, and I invited him to leave.

There was nothing to reprimand.