Forced to go barefoot 

a fiencae wants his future wife to gi batefoot.

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I am calli. I am a wife and mom. I am a house wife and stay at home mom. I teach a sunday school class at church. I have two sons and two daughters. I am involved in a home school co op. 

My husband is bryan. Bryan is a deacon at the church. He owns his own business.  He loves playing sports and is very active and likes the outdores. 

He has a secret side to him. One i did not know at first. One i learned later on. One i learned over time. One i learned after getting to know him more and more. 

I met him at colege.  He was taking a biblical ministry tract. He was studding on a general bible tract.  He wanted to be a lay leader. He wanted to be a lay leader.  He wanted to be active in a local church.  

He was involved in a youth group at a church near the campus.  He was well respected by the faculty, staff and students alike.  

We were in different clases. He was a jr and i was a senior. At first we had little to no interaction. It was barely little more then hi and bye. We started to become more and more familer to eachother.  

We started to see eachother in the libary. We were both very studious. We took out studies serious. At first we said little to each other. Then we talked about what we were reserching. From there we became friends.

Slowly we moved to hanging out outside of the lubrary. Our acquaintance morphed into a friendship. From a friendship to something even more deeper and more meaningful. 

I always wore skirts or dreses. I wore nylons often. One day we were talking. “You should take off your shoes.” he sugested. I kicked them off. I noticed he staired at them off and on. I did not know much about foot fetish.  It was a bit unusual. 

He normaly asked me to take off my shoes. On weekends i wore sandles or flip flops. I could tell that he like my feet. I rarely wore sox but i did at times. I could tell that he was not a big fan. He seemed to be less friendly when i did so. He lit up i wore nylons or was barefoot in shoes. 

I liked to be barefoot around him.i liked to keep him happy. It was not hard. He and i became close. His weird foot thing did not really brother me. 

We officialy got together when i was a sophmore and he was a senior. Over the sumers,  he visited me for a couple of weeks. I was barefoot a good anount of that time. That made him happy. 

I worked at a camp. He went on a misson trip in asia. We did not see a lot of eachother. He visited me at the school. I continued in my studies. 

He perposed mariege to me the summer before my senior year.  I accepted. We got married a few mounths after we graduated. 

Shortly after we got engaged,  he had a talk with me. ” hunnie! I want you to go barefoot almost all the time.  ” he said.

Before we datted, i would have been totaly shocked and stuned. Now that i knew him, i was really not surprised. 

“I can agree to that. ” she said. “You sure? Your not just saying that. I hate sox. You have great feet. They should not be hidden.” he said. “I promise i am not lying . i am being totaly honest with you. You have my word. ” i told him. 

He was still a bit sceptical.  I tried to elviate his fears. I was barefoot often around him. I rarely wore shoes in his presence. I got rid of all my sox. He liked tights or nylons. I liked sandles or flip flops anyways. 

After we got maried, i only wore shoes at church. I wore dress shoes that showed feet or sandles or flip flops. I was barefoot at home. I never wore shoes in the house. 

He never touch my feet before we were maried. I could tell that he wanred to. He was able to mantain self control. When we got maried he touched my legs and feet. On the car ride to our honey moon he rubed his hand against my legs in the car. 

When we got to the hotel he touched my feet and legs . it was a kind of foreplay. He went crazy for a long time. Then we did it 

I always knew how to get him in the mood. I would put my legs on his. If he was having  in a bad day i simply put ny legs near him.it stoped his bad day.  It worked every time.  

I loved being barefoot. I did not mind it at all. I came to love it. I was a bit of a submissive anyways. My mom was as well. She taught me to be submisive. I did not mind being barefoot. 

We have a great relationship and have always been close. 

The end. 

Bare foot prison

A young colege student is falsely arrested and ends up in prison where she ia forced to go batefoot.

I’m katie. I am 19 years old. I was a college student.  I was a good student. I got good grades.life was good. 

I was shy and qiet. I got asked out by another freshman.of course i said yes. He was smart like me. He was not a showman. He was not full of himself at all. I respected him for that and severl other reason. 

Our date was amazing.  He saw kind and thoughtfull.the perfect gentlemen.  We arranged to have a second date. 

What i did not know was that this made another person jelous. Bradford Clifton jenings roberds the third. He liked me. He thought i should be with him. He was anoid at the thought of me being with someone else. Especially a freshman from a less then middle class family.  

Instead of trying to win me over,he decided to get revenge. If he could not have me,no one could. He came up with a plan.he decided to frame me for cheeting. 

He hacked into my oficial school digital portfolio.  He changed my paper. I was always careful to cite my sources and give proper citation when i qoated or made illusion to a saurce. I used the turabien method if citing. He made it look i was attributing qoate to myself. Sence he hacked into my accounts it looked like i was doing it.

Sence colleges were under the department of education, cheating was a federal crime. Due to high profile cheating scandles. It was punishable by jail time. 

I went to my room. I saw several fbi agents. “Are you katie burton?”the lead f.b.i. agent asked. “I am.”i said. I was realy concerned.  I had no idea what was going on. I knew it was not good. 

“Katie Elizabeth burton you are under arest fir violating title five of the fairness and inrregrety act.”he said. My rights were read. I was led to prison.

I was striped out of my green shirt,jeens and underware. I was put in an orange jumpsuit. I was then shakled . i was put in handcufs,belly chain and ankle cufs.

“Where are my shoes? “I asked.  “Prisoners are not alowed shoes or sox. You go barefoot all the time.no matter what. ” the gaurd said.

I did not like that at all. What could i do. I was taken my cell witch was cubicle realy. The shakles were removed.  I was placed in a chair. I was shakled in the chair for a day. 

I was forced to stay in the chair until night.  I was then shakled in a bunk in another room.

I was unable to pay bail. I had to await trial in prison.  I was barfoot. At my trial i could ware shoes. I did not like it any more. I felt hot. I was excited to take them off.

Then on day i was shakled in a chair. A gaurd came in.she undid my shakles. It was not close to bed time i realy had no idea what was going on.

“You are being released! “She said.”did someone pay my bail?”i asked. “No you misunderstand! The charges were droped. It seamed a jilted lover framed you. He felt bad and confessed “she said. 

I was alowed to change. David the freshman i started to date before i ended up in the pocky. Picked me up. I go in. We kissed and huged.

My feet were kiling me. I took off my shoes.much better. I had a feeling i would be going barefoot more often.

The end.

So i dont end up barefoot in prison, the idea came from qurhk on tumbler. If you google barefoot in prison tumbler,ther are quite a few tumbler pages involving batefoot girl in prison or slaves.  

I have a thing for bategoot girls in prison.it seams other do we wel.