When I was a kid, my dad's cousin went to work for us as our driver. In the Philippines, it's customary to hire a less-affluent relative as part of the help. I was around 15 when he started working for us. Even back then, I was already attracted to male feet. So far, I had only experienced the feet of my older cousin and my uncle. But when he came to work for us, I knew I was gonna enjoy having him around the house. My excitement stemmed from the fact that not only was he good-looking, he also had large feet, which I later learned were size 12. His name was Miguel but we called him "kuya" (a respectful term used for older men). He was tall, around 5 foot 8, with a good physique and nut-brown skin. I could tell he had muscle despite him wearing a loose shirt. But what got my attention were his feet. He was wearing flip flops and I instantly got hard just by looking at his feet. From that moment, I knew I just had to get to his feet.

Despite his looks, Kuya Miguel was a quiet and amiable man who always had a smile on his face. I could tell that my classmates' "yayas" (nannies) had a crush on him, but he never payed much attention to them because he was too focused on earning money to send back to his parents and siblings in the countryside. Sometimes, while not driving, he'd tend to the garden. I'd spy at him from my bedroom window, watching while he watered the plants. He would do this barefoot and I'd go crazy whenever I see him this way. He'd also wash the cars barefoot too, while wearing only a tank top and shorts, and even our maids would watch him work. I remember I asked him why he likes to work barefoot and he laughed and told me he enjoyed feeling the grass beneath his feet and how the water under his soles felt good on a hot day. I also asked him if he wasn't worried that his feet would get dirty, and he told me he doesn't mind having dirty feet. I never wanted to lick his feet more than on that day.

I got my chance one day when we got back from school. I was excited because not only was it a Friday, classes ended at noon, and Kuya Miguel and I were the only ones at home because the maids were back in the province for their vacation, my sister was staying at a friend's house, and my parents were still at work. Kuya Miguel told me to stay in the house and not get into any trouble while he tended to the garden. After around one hour of having nothing to do, I heard him go into the kitchen. I entered and saw him looking more tired than usual, leaning back on a chair with his eyes closed. I asked him, as nonchalantly as possible, why he seemed tired, then he told me that he was tired because it was such a hot day and that his feet were sore. I saw this as my chance and asked him if he'd like a foot massage. He looked at my curiously, and told me that I'd be welcome to give him a massage. Then he warned me that his feet are dirty because of working in the garden, but I waved it off and told him I wouldn't mind. He smiled at me motioned for me to sit on the chair opposite him. I sat down and he put his feet in my lap. I could feel myself trembling as I started to knead his feet, and I heard him give a small sigh. I continued this for a while and watched as he took a nap. Finally, I thought, I could taste his feet. His feet were a bit dirty, with some bits of grass still stuck. I dusted the grass off and slowly pressed my face to his foot. I looked at him to be sure that he hadn't woken up, and when I saw he hadn't, I carefully pressed my tongue to his sole. I can't describe in words how GOOD my tongue felt on his foot. So carefully, I licked upwards and rubbed my tongue over his foot. I could hear him snoring softly, and I became more confident as I sucked his toes. I did try to shove all his toes into my mouth, but because I was still a kid, I could either fit his big toe and 2 others, or his 4 small toes. I was about to do the same to his other foot, but then his phone started ringing. I immediately stopped and looked at him, but I was surprised to see him still asleep. I would've gone back to his feet, but when I saw that it was my dad calling, I knew I had to wake him up. I wiped his feet first so that he wouldn't ask why his feet were wet, then I woke him up and told him that my dad was calling. As he went to answer the phone, he turned to me, thanked me, and told me that this was a secret between us and that he'd like me to give him another massage next time. I smiled at him, told him anytime, and blushed (or I think I blushed) when he winked at me.

After that day, he would occasionally come to me and would ask me if I could give him a foot massage. He'd go to me when he knew that there weren't other people at the house, and sometimes I'd give him a massage in the school's parking lot while we sat in the car. There came a time though when he stopped asking because I would always give him a massage. Eventually, I would massage other parts of his body, like his hands, arms, legs, and back. Sometimes I'd sit on his lap while I massaged his arms and hands, and I always enjoyed how good it felt, sitting on his lap, strong arms on either side of me while he either rested against the chair or rested his chin on my head and took a short nap. Nothing sexual happened between us. At least on his part.

Aside from massaging him, I would worship his feet whenever he was asleep. If his feet were still dirty, I'd lick them clean. I'd rub my tongue against soles, up and down continuously until the dirt was no more. I'd suck his toes and lick in between them, and eventually, I was able to get all 5 toes into my mouth in one go. If I wasn't too horny, and casually suck on his toes, either individually or all at the same time. But if I was horny, I'd shove his foot into my mouth and imagine him roughly ramming it into my mouth. He wasn't and still is not capable of harming anyone in that way, but I have seen him get angry. He'd clench his fists, and when I once heard him growl, I wanted to call him master.

Eventually, I was discovered. I was licking his feet and lost track of the time when I looked up and saw him staring at me. I knew he was angry because his brows were furrowed and when I closed my mouth, he told me to put his feet down and look at him. I did as I was told and he immediately began scolding me that what I was doing was wrong because he was asleep and that I shouldn't be doing such a thing and that I could get sick because his feet were dirty. I guess I looked ready to cry, because he stopped and told me to sit beside him. I sat down and he told me in a gentler but still stern voice that I should never do that again and to forget that his ever happened. I looked at him sadly and asked him if he didn't enjoy having his feet licked. He looked at me, looked away and told me that it didn't feel bad. I looked at him and saw that he was blushing. So, feeling hopeful, I asked him if I could do it again as long as I had his permission. He turned to face me and made me promise that I would always ask his permission. I promised, and so began our occasional foot sessions. I used to ask him if I could lick his feet, but eventually I stopped asking because all I had to do was point to his feet and he'd immediately raise it at me. Usually, he'd let me do all the work like sucking his toes and moving his foot, but frequently, he'd be the one moving his feet, or inserting his toes into my mouth. Occasionally, he'd use me as his foot stool, and I enjoyed every minute of it. I think he began to enjoy having a personal foot slut because whenever we were alone, all he had to do was look at me and I'd immediately take his shoes and socks off and lick his feet. We did this for years, and when I was around 15, I began to notice that I wanted more than his feet. By this time, I knew I wanted his cock as well. He refused, and warned me that the next time I asked him to fuck me, he'd resign. I made sure never to bring it up and for awhile, he refused to make contact with me. We eventually resumed our assignations, but we upgraded it to not only worshiping his feet, but also to him fucking me with his foot. The first time he foot fucked me, I was in Heaven and I begged him fuck me harder. He complied and when I was satiated, he ordered me to lick his foot clean. I did and I asked him why he foot fucked me, because I remember his warning. He told me that was because I asked for his cock. He had nothing against using his feet. I could now count myself as a true foot slut.

Kuya Miguel was never mean about it. He'd be stern, but he'd be gentle. Never once did he abuse me, verbally or physically. He never made me buy him stuff under duress, or threatened to expose me to everyone. He merely enjoyed my ministrations on his feet. And I enjoyed his gentle dominance towards me.

He was also my first time. When I was around 19, I broke up with my first boyfriend. We never had sex and he broke up with me because he though I was gonna be an easy fuck. I was devastated. My parents were supportive, but they mostly spent their time lambasting my ex as a ne'er-do-well, or in my dad's term: a son of a bitch. Kuya Miguel must have noticed how downcast I was because one day, he asked me if I still wanted his cock. I looked at him and he looked at me. Next thing I know, I'm moaning his name while he rammed his cock into me. I came twice before he came in me. It was a no-strings-attached agreement between us, and he taught me how to please a man. This is how I managed to get another boyfriend.

He's no longer our driver. He's married now and owns a convenient store. He's still as good looking as ever, but we no longer indulge in our former pastimes. He looks back fondly on those moments, as do I. I'm happy now with my Boyfriend, who also enjoys having me worship his feet, but I will never forget the happy moments I spent with Kuya Miguel. :)