Arnold

Arnold

By kinkystory@yahoo.com

My name is Arnold. I am a 27-year old male who just can't seem to catch a break. I recently moved back in with my parents and sister, because I've been a failure in every aspect of my life, and cannot succeed on my own. My reappearance in the household has not been well received by my 21-year old sister-she and her friends have always treated me with total contempt and disrespect.

As usual, this particular day began inauspiciously. I had approached a beautiful 23-year old girl (whom I had seen around town), and asked her out, but she very rudely turned me down, so I spent the evening by myself. Later on, I returned home to find that my sister was hosting another slumber party. So to avoid being picked on by everyone there, I decided to go to my room, where I eventually fell asleep. However, in the middle of the night, I was awakened by a vicious SLAP to my face. I looked up, and saw none other than the face of the girl who had turned me down! Her name is Bridget, and she is so incredibly beautiful, that my cock inflated immediately. She has long jet-black hair, tanned white skin, huge tits, a small waist, a gorgeous ass, long shapely legs, tall stature (she is probably over 6 feet tall), and an unbelievably sexy Scottish accent (she was born in Scotland, and her family moved here to the United States when she was a child). Anyway, whenever I see her around town, and hear her speaking to someone, I just drool uncontrollably.

"Wake up, asshole!" she screamed. The sound of laughter caused me to look around. Upon doing so, I quickly discovered that two additional girls were in my room, as well. They were standing on either side of me, smiling wickedly. "I hope I didn't ruin your night by rejecting you," said Bridget "so I've decided to give you another chance. Of course, it's not like you have a choice in the matter." I tried to sit up, but my wrists were tied to the bedposts, along with my ankles. All I could move was my head. "So you want to go on a date with me?" she asked. "First, you'll have to impress me. And in order for you to do that, you'll have to go through a ton of humiliation. I don't date just anybody, you know." With that, she sat on my stomach and set her feet on either side of my head, holding it still. Then, she used my face to pry off both of her filthy sneakers.

"What are you doing?" I demanded. "I'm doing anything that I want to do," Bridget replied. "And you're going to do whatever the fuck I want to do, as well-starting with smelling my stinky feet. But first a little appetizer." She took her sneaker, pressed the open end over my nose, and held it there. I quickly turned my head to the side, because the stench was horrendous. In an instant, Bridget's two friends were sitting next to my bed, on either side of my head. They extended their legs, so that the filthy soles of their sneakers were squeezing my head into an upright position, thereby forcing me to smell the stench inside Bridget's rotting sneaker. With one hand pressed tightly over my mouth, Bridget held her sneaker over my nose with her other hand. I felt so humiliated-I was being woman-handled by teenagers! "Get your nose in there, Arnold!" she commanded. "Get your nose way up into the sweaty, stinky toe section and smell my foot odor, you fucking loser. Just smell that stench, you ugly little creep! I'm gonna kick your sissy ass for bothering me, you old fart. A fucking pervert like you deserves to be worked over. How do you like that smell, Arnold? I have been wearing these sneakers for so many years now, that there are actually things growing inside them! Just smell that atrocious odor, you jerk. Suffer, you fucking loser!"

After about an hour of this mistreatment, Bridget said "Okay, I think you're ready for the real thing now." Instantly, her sneakers were replaced with both her sock-covered feet. They smelled so horrible! "I've been wearing these socks for two weeks now, so I'm sure they really stink. What do you think, slave?" I would have argued with the "slave" part, but I had a face-full of her dirty, stinky feet. "You like that smell? Does it turn you on, Arnold? I bet it does. I knew you'd like it, you little pervert. Let's just see how long you can take it." Bridget continued to rub her reeking, filthy, sweaty socks into my face, until she was good and ready to stop.

The entire time, I was forced to breathe only through my tortured nose; the girls who were forcefully sandwiching my skull between their (now bare) feet, had taken off their utterly filthy, sweat-soaked socks, and stuffed them right into my poor mouth. Meanwhile, the raunchy, outlandish odor of Bridget's sock-covered feet was killing me.

"Are you ready to give up yet, slave?" she asked. "Do you want my stinky socks out of your face?" "Yes" I mumbled through the sole of her sock. "Then you have to do me a favor first," she said. "Relationships go two ways, you know. Stick out your tongue." She removed the socks from my mouth, but I hesitated to comply. "Have it your way," she said as she pressed her feet even harder onto my face. "Fine" I mumbled and stuck out my tongue. She immediately pressed her heel onto my tongue, and slowly rubbed the entire sole of her foot across it, until the bottoms of her toes rested there. Then, she did the same with her other foot. The taste was nauseating, and I could feel bits of dirt, fiber, and foot sweat collecting in my mouth. She left her toes resting there for a while. Then, she suddenly shoved all her toes into my mouth, forcing it wide open. "Now suck on my socks slave, if you ever want to get them out of your face." So I sucked for all I was worth. What choice did I have?

After too long a time period, she said "Very good, slave-now one last thing. Grip the toe end of my left sock between your teeth, so that I can slide my foot out, and get these filthy, stinky socks out of your face." After that was done, I was ordered to do the same with the right sock. (Of course, her logic appeared to be flawed. If she truly wanted to remove the socks from my face, she could simply do so without making a big production of it.) Unfortunately, rather than remove the socks from my face as she'd promised, she instead used her bare toes to shove them right into my mouth! She then used the soles of her feet to seal my mouth shut.

"The duct tape, Steffi?" requested Bridget. Steffi handed her a roll of duct tape. Bridget cut off a very large strip, and used it to really seal my mouth shut. "Be grateful, Arnold" she said. "My socks aren't on your face anymore! Now, you don't have to smell them-you just have to suck on them. And you had better do a damned good job too, if you ever want them out of your mouth tonight." I assumed that Steffi and the other girl had lost interest in watching my degradation, because they left the room. Now it was just myself, Bridget, and her filthy socks in my mouth. My mouth was being used as a washing machine by a teenage girl!

Then, Bridget viciously SLAPPED her bare feet onto my face. "Smell my feet, you fucking loser, and maybe I'll allow you some freedom tonight. But not until I'm satisfied." She constantly toyed with my facial features using her bare, stinky feet. The majority of the time, she kept her sweaty toes right over my nose. She also loved working my poor nose in between her toes, because she knew that the odor there was abominable.

Bridget just used my face as a foot massager. She firmly rubbed her sweaty, horribly stinky bare feet all over my nose and face. She took turns rubbing each smelly foot over my tortured nose, from her toes, to her arch, to her heel. She actually used my nose to massage between her stinky toes! She even made me thoroughly sniff underneath her very long, dirty toenails. This gorgeous bitch had no concern whatsoever for my dignity, comfort, aching face or sore nose. And to exacerbate my humiliation, she constantly laughed at my predicament, chastised me, and taunted me mercilessly.

"Smell my raunchy foot odor Arnold, you fucking pathetic loser!" she commanded. "Smell my fucking feet thoroughly, or I'll hurt you, big time. I'll rub your tiny, useless cock right into the dirt, you asshole. Smell between my stinky toes Arnold, or I'll kick your balls from here to Vermont. Do you think I'm playing games with you here, you little wimp?! Just smell my nasty foot odor! An ugly sissy loser like you deserves to be worked over and tortured. You are the biggest loser I have ever seen. You're so fucking repugnant, that no girl will ever be interested in you romantically. You'll definitely never have a girlfriend, Arnold. The only thing you deserve from pretty girls is to be treated like dirt. Women just feel compelled to beat you up, humiliate you, and hurt you terribly-and you deserve nothing more from us. You are nothing but a complete loser, Arnold, and you deserve every bit of this abuse. So smell my sweaty feet, you little faggot! Smell underneath my long, stinky toenails, you fucking eyesore! Get that crooked nose of yours in between my toes, and start sniffing. Smell in between each and every sweaty toe, you creep! I'll teach you to ask me out for a date, you loser. You are a nauseating, effeminate piece of filth, and I'm gonna treat you exactly as you deserve. How do you like constantly smelling my nasty foot odor, Arnold? You know, my feet haven't stunk this badly in ages, and I hope it kills you. I hate your guts, you know. You are so fucking ugly that it hurts to look at you. And you wanted me to date you?! What are you, a fucking comedian or something? Just smell my stinky feet, loser. I'll wipe my sweaty feet right in your face, any time I please. Do you understand me, you little wimp? Just suffer!!"

My nose wrinkled up and my eyeballs crossed, as her overwhelmingly stinky foot odor battered my brain. The stench of this beautiful young girl's feet was so foul and unbearable; but with the tape over my mouth, and my whole body immobilized, I could do nothing but smell Bridget's feet constantly. And the entire time, she was grinning down at me triumphantly.

After about an hour of this, she finally removed the duct tape and socks from my mouth. "Don't get excited yet, slave" she said. "Now that you've smelled my feet, you get to clean them for me with your tongue. Now stick out your tongue, or I'll leave you like this until your parents find you." So I stuck my tongue out, as far as I could. "Don't expect me to do this for you, Arnold--start licking." I began licking the soles of her feet, tasting sock fiber, foot sweat, dirt, crud, and whatever else had adhered to her smelly feet over the course of the day. When she was satisfied with the cleanliness of her soles, she shoved her toes into my mouth. "Now start with my big toe, lick all around it, and make sure you remove all the crud from between my toes, as well. And you'd better do a fucking brilliant job of it, you loser, or I'll sit on your ugly face until you suffocate and die." Humiliated and intimidated, I began sucking on her toes and licking between them, chewing and swallowing any toe jam and gunk that I could find. "Remove the grime from between my toes and from underneath my toenails, and eat it all, you fucking loser" she commanded. I did this with all five toes, then did the same with her other foot. "Very good Arnold-you're almost done" said Bridget. "We're onto the better part of this date now. Are you ready, asshole?"

As I lay there in my room, bullied and thoroughly degraded by this beautiful brunette Scottish bitch, I was sure that my life could not possibly get any worse. I was wrong.

I lay motionless as Bridget stood up on my bed, wondering what the bitch was going to do to me next. She unzipped her jeans, slid them off, and tossed them in the corner of my room. Then she removed her bloomers, and tossed that on top of her jeans. Grinning broadly at me, she observed "You like my pussy an awful lot, don't you Arnold?" Well, in spite of the terrorism she was subjecting me to; I had to be honest with her. I told her that her raven-haired Scottish pussy was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Inexplicably (and shamefully), I was still in love with her! Of course, her vagina also looked like it was well used and abused. Laughing wickedly at me, she replied "Gee, that's too bad Arnold, because it's not my beautiful pussy you're going to get!" With that, she turned around (now facing my feet) and squatted down, until her gorgeous ass was only two inches above my face.

"They don't really smell the same, now do they Arnold?" she asked, smirking. I was too stunned to answer, so she continued. "Well, maybe you just need a closer look at it." Suddenly, her smelly, dirty butt plopped down right onto my helpless face. "Do they smell the same now, loser?" I already knew what pussy smelled like, and it didn't smell anything like this, but I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of responding. "Well, this is as close as you're ever going to get to my cute little pussy Arnold, so you might as well just enjoy my stinky rear-end instead, you complete loser!" said Bridget. "Oh and by the way, the smell will only get worse."

As if on cue, the moment she said that, she let a huge fart rip right on my trapped face. "How does that smell, Arnold?" she inquired, laughing hysterically. "Do you like the smell of my fart gas, you little geek? I'll fart right up your nose whenever the fuck I please." I still didn't answer, so she started bouncing up and down on my face. "I asked you a question, slave!" she insisted. Even if I had wanted to answer, there was no way I could have, with her smelly ass planted on my face. "Well, this is our first date" she said. "What, you don't kiss on the first date? What kind of gentleman are you? Don't be shy, Arnold. Go ahead and give me a kiss." I wasn't about to, so she started pressing all of her weight down onto my face. Now, I couldn't breathe at all! "You kiss my ass if you'd ever like to breathe again, Arnold" threatened Bridget. After a few minutes, I had no choice. I kissed her asshole, because I couldn't move my head enough to kiss anywhere else. "You call that a kiss??" she criticized me. "Kiss it like you mean it, boy!"

So I kissed her asshole repeatedly. In the middle of it, she forced another huge fart right into my mouth-so I tried to catch my breath, and I stopped kissing. "Did I say you could stop?" demanded Bridget. "As far as you're concerned, my farts should be reason enough to keep on kissing, you little wimp. So do it!" I had no choice but to obey. "Good boy," said Bridget. "Now that we've broken the ice on our first date, how about we move up a step into French-kissing? Come on Arnold, get that tongue up my butt!"

As soon as I felt her full weight on my face again, I forced my tongue out into her crack. "Go on, lick up and down my ass crack, slave" ordered Bridget. "This is the only sex you're good for, you total creep, so take advantage of it. Work that tongue into my ass, you fucking loser." I pushed my tongue into her rectum, tasting the foul remnants of her last bowel movement, but I had no choice. "Now push it as far as you can up my Scottish butt. Stretch it out as far as it will go, and then some" she demanded. I formed an "O" with my lips, and pushed my tongue as far as I could up her filthy, smelly ass. "You can get it up further than that, come on!" encouraged Bridget. "I'm not leaving here until I'm satisfied-so get it over with, slave!" So I extended my neck as far as I could and forced my tongue even further up. As soon as I did this, she let loose another huge fart right into my poor mouth. Bridget laughed wickedly and said, "Was that worth all the effort, Arnold? Don't worry though, there's more where that came from!" And she let loose yet another fart, as I pushed my tongue even further up her shitty rectum.

After two miserable hours of servicing her rear-end orally, and being forced to smell her farts all this time, she finally said "Well Arnold, I'm sorry to tell you this, but our date has to come to an end. You just can't seem to satisfy me well enough, so I'm afraid you're going to get dumped, you fucking sissy." She raised her ass about two inches above my face, but the smell of shit was still quite strong. "You mean you're finally letting me go?" I asked, incredulously. "Almost," responded Bridget. "I said you're getting dumped, you obnoxious, obtuse little moron! I HAVE TO TAKE A DUMP, AND YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT-RIGHT IN YOUR WIMPY TOILET MOUTH!! It's really an easy concept to understand, Arnold."

To Be Continued…………

Sisters feet

Sisters feet

By Jack

I have three sister's named Kelly, Katy, and Christina. All of them are beatiful, but they are all mean. Some time ago, We all played a game, (By the way my sisters are around 18-20) It was a simple card game. Me, being the youngest (15) didnt know how to play it. But they really didnt know either. I felt confident that I could beat all of them, So we made a bet. "How about we make a bet" I said. They all agreed. "If i win i get 10$ from each of you, And you decide what you win" They all looked at each other and grinned. "If we win you have to be our slave for a month. "Deal" I said. And we shook hands. It turns out. I LOST. So they all evily grinned at me.., "What should we do with him?" Kelly asked. And with that they got some rope and tied me up. Now at the time, I had a huge foot fetish, And kelly knew this. Sometimes While we are hanging out, She would remove her shoe and place it next to me, Neither of us saying a word I would pick it up and smell it for 2-3 minutes. Back to the story, Kelly suggested that i should worship their feet. They agreed. Katy went first since she had worked that day. "My feet stink SO bad... Smell it uo for me... slave boy" She kicked her shoe off and put it right on my nose. I immediately smelled like I was smelling my favorite food. She noticed this and pressed the shoe down harder. Kelly and I knew I was enjoying every second of it. "Whats that slave? Enjoying my shoe? I got it reeal sweaty for you". At this all of the girls laughed. I eventually got a hard on and she stopped. "Kiss my sock you dirty boy, Enjoy it!" I kissed her socked foot for what must have been 10 minutes and stopped, She peeled her sock off, I immediately got turned on by the stinky smell. "Open your mouth" She commanded I did so and she stuffed her sweaty sock into my mouth. "Does it taste good, slave?" I nodded very quickly. She put her hand on my cock. "Yep, Rock hard." She commented. After 15 minutes she removed the sock and Put her toes in my mouth. I could taste the sweat. I moaned in pleasure. They all laughed. "Enjoying this boy?" Christina asked. I, completely obvlivious to their hating comments, Was loving the sweet, sweaty taste, it was better than the sweetist candy. Eventually I repeated the process with the rest. I loved every second of that night. And we do it every two nights.

No one has found out yet but I acctually kept one of Kelly's sock and loved it every night.
THE END

Foot Torture

Foot Torture

By Jay

My name is Jack. And this is my story

 

Some time ago my parents went on vacation for 2 weeks. I was stuck with my 3 teenage sisters. Now dont get me wrong. they are all beatiful. but they are mean as hell.

So they had brought me into the living room and had came up with some card game. I agreed to play. but i was stupid and placed a bet. "If i win i get 10$ from each of you" I had said.

But they wanted me to be their personal foot slave for 2 weeks if i lost. I had a big foot fetish at the time though. So i lost on purpose, trying to make it look like i was trying.

"Haha! You lost! Now get on your knees slave!" My first sister (Kelly) had said. (BTW their names are Kelly, Christina and Katy) I did as i was told and they tied me up. "Now be a good dog and lick our feet!" Katy said.

I did so and it tasted like sweat... But i loved it, And upon noticing this, Christina kicked me onto my back and placed her bare foot right onto my face. She put her toes against my nose and it smelled amazing.

Meanwhile, Katy had been grabbing my dick with her toes and was laughing at the thought of me enjoying this. They did alot of things to me: Made me take my clothes off and cum on her toes. AND lick it off... I like feet but i hate cum. it just stops guys from having too much fun. After about 3 hours of constant heaven. They finnaly went to bed. I, of course laid at their feet and smelled nothing but that.

 

And yes. I did stay their slave for the 2 weeks.. Good memories.

VOLLEYBALL MASTER PLAN

VOLLEYBALL MASTER PLAN

 BY lafeetheat

Being the coaches son has many perks; but even being the equipment coordinator for the girls volleyball team, played an even bigger perk than Jason could have imagined.

Being in high school is tough with the hormones, peer pressure and trying to fit in. Jason however had it easy, being one of the top jocks at his school, he could have any girl he wanted and he usually set the bar pretty high.

Playing sports he got all the cheerleaders and helping out on his Dad’s volleyball team he got most of the players on the team as well. He especially was close with the star of the team Donna. She was far and away the most attractive girl trying out for the team this year, but one of the least talented.

Even though Jason only helped out the volleyball team by handeling the equipment, everyone knew he played a hand in who made the team and who was left off the roster. After weeks of preperation and tryouts they had to narrow the team to a full roster meaning a handful of hopefuls would be left off the team this year.

Jason’s dad finalized the roster nearly all the way down with only a few spots still open. Donna was usually late to team meetings, organizations and still seemingly was way behind in the pecking order of the other players. It was no secret however Jason and Donna were basically dating although they weren’t public with it because it would mean she couldn’t make the team since he was involved with the team himself.

Word got out of the final rosters and the girls realized there were still 2 spots open for a reserve role. Donna was still currently left off the list and had to work her way on the team but had a lot of ground to make up. This made a lot of the other girls jealous knowing how she would probably still make the team even without practicing or being dedicated at all like the rest of them were.

Jason and Donna would do their usual flirt after practice and run off together while the rest of the girls practiced after hours. They were becoming increasingly jealous – until one certain hopeful that was still not on the final roster as of yet, decided to take matters into her own hands!
Lena wasn’t as skinny, in shape and toned like Donna was, and in fact somewhat of the outcast of the team. She was just your average girl that Jason paid little to no attention too. She tried joining the team in order to meet more friends and to fit in but usually was ignored and turned away.

However, Lena was determined to not only make the squad but to take the bimbo Donna down and make herself stand out to the other players. So she did her research and found out through some of the other volleyball players that Jason was caught a few times sniffing the shoes of some of the volleyball girls after they had left them in their locker rooms after games and after practices. Nobody thought too much of it though as he would always play it off as a joke; but Lena decided to put that to the test in order to get what she wanted.

With only a few practices to go until final rosters had to be officially determined, Lena decided to make her move. The night was growing further as one of practices was coming to a close shortly, but before it was officially over, Lena ran up to Jason and asked him if he could take a look at something in the locker room with her. He seemed puzzled but agreed and followed her to the locker room; meanwhile Donna saw this from afar and looked just as puzzled as she see’s Jason walk out of the gym with Lena and into the back locker rooms. While some of the other girls look on with evil grins.

“So whats this all about?” Jason askes still curious and unaware.

“Well I know your only the equipment handler but I thought maybe you could help me with a training exercise or something?” Lena says

“What kind of exercise?” He questions back

“Well for over the past week or so my feet and ankles have been bothering me a lot – and I was thinking maybe you had some techniques for me … you know – seeing how you play sports maybe you have some advice?”
As she says this, Jason starts to look a little uneasy and begins to clear his throat. He clearly has a thing for feet and now being put on the spot he doesn’t want his cover blown but at the same time he is very intrigued.
Lena still in her outfit, was wearing the team practice gray no-sleeved volleyball jersey, with the dark blue booty shorts and long dark blue matching volleyball socks; to go along with all black sneakers and her hair up in a tail like all the other volleyball girls have.

“Yeah uhh … how about you take off your shoes and I can show you some exercise routines to take the stress off your feet.” Jason managed to say.

“Ok sure!” Lena says playfully, as he is falling right into her trap.
She sits on a fold out chair as he pulls up a chair and sits directly in front of her near the back lockers. As she slowly starts to untie her black sneakers she pretends that her feet and ankles are still sore by slowing tugging off her sneakers with fake groaning and moaning for added attention.

Jason clears his throat yet again , sitting up in the chair as ready as could be, he even peers around the locker room numerous times to make sure no one else is in their with him. He seems nervous but very fascinated at the same time.

Lena finally tugs both her black sneakers off her big size 7 feet. The sneakers fall to the ground as she folds one leg over the other, still sitting down in the chair directly in front of the attentive on-looking Jason. As one leg is resting crossed over the other, she begins to massage her socked foot in front of him, while moaning all the while.

“Ohhhh yaaaa , that’s what I’m talking about! It feels so good to finally get off my feet from a long, hard practice!” Lena moans with pleasure as she keeps rubbing her socked foot.
Jason sitting across from her in the other chair is almost to the point of drooling as he watches her rub her socked feet right in front of him while moaning.

She then switches and crosses her other leg this time while her other socked foot hangs in the air resting over the other leg. This particular sock has a big hole where her big toe is now sticking out of. This really grabs his attention as he looks on in agony as Lena’s holey, volleyball socks are being rubbed only a few feet from him.

Then quickly he starts to pick up on something. It started off a bit faint but increasingly is growing stronger. It finally hits him – a distinctive sharp, sour smell comes floating past his nose. The smell is strong enough to make him rise up in attention even more now as he sits up completely straight in his chair. The more she rubs and moans the more the smell is lofted toward his direction.

She then slides her knee pad’s off her knees as she is no just down to her long dark blue and soaked volleyball socks, blue shorts and gray tank-top practice jersey.

The teasing and torment of watching her rub her tired socked feet and the lingering sharp smell that keeps floating past him is almost too much for his excitement. He quickly speaks up once the torment has gone on long enough …
“So uh yeah … let’s practice an exercise that could help alieviate your foot pain.” He manages to say without drooling.

“Ok anything that you think will help, my feet are killing me!” Lena says trying hard not to force a smile knowing how much he is loveing the torture and suspense.

“One leg at a time, stretch it out as far as you can, keeping your leg straight as possible and try rotating just your ankle and foot back and fourth in a circular motion – but be sure to keep your leg held straight out as you do it.” Jason was making up the exerices as he went along but figured this would be the best way to get her socked feet close to his face as possible.

She immediently did was he instructed as he one socked foot came inches away from his face. Still with both of them sitting down across from one another she rotates her volleyball socks around in motion in mid air one at a time but so close to his face that if she pointed her toes out they would come in contact with his nose.

He caught a big whiff of her sweaty, long, dark blue volleyball socks that almost sent him falling out of his chair – the aroma was that strong and pungent! He had to maintain his composure however and act like he was being professional by showing her specific exercies and how exactly to move her foot in place. She played right along with this knowing how much he was probably loving her sweaty sock in his face.

“Am I doing this right?” Lena questioned as she kept rotating her socked foot inches from his face in mid-air.
“Oh yeah, keep that up.” He managed to say.
“I’m sorry if they smell real bad, I hope you don’t mind. I obviously just got done practicing so I bet their real stinky!” Lena said with a giggle.

Jason stammers but tries to regain his composure, “Oh no – they don’t stink that bad at all.”

However, both knew full well that her volleyball socks absouetly reeked!
She then switched legs and feet, now moving her leg in the same position but this time it was the socked foot with the big hole in them. Her big toe stuck straight out of the sock as she wiggled it back and fourth in the air only inches from him still.

He locked eyes with the exposed wiggling white toe, which didn’t have any toe nail polish on. She flexed and wiggled her socked feet and toes in the air still, as Jason tried descretly sniffing the small patch of air that stood between her holey socks and his nose.
He was hooked on her wiggling exposed toe which had him in some sort of trance. He wanted despertly to shove his face in the middle of her socked soles but tried controlling himself as best as possible.

“I’m sorry but my socks are extra stinky tonight – you don’t mind if I take them off do you?” Lena questions aloud.
“No go ahead – WAIT!” Jason says as she begins to pull off her sock, but stops her,”allow me to take them off for you …” He quickly offers and before she even has a chance to answer he begins to tug at her volleyball socks, ripping them off as fast he could as now he wanted to see what was hiding inside of those stinky, dark blue volleyball socks.
With a huge smile on her face she had him hooked now it was only a matter of time.

In what seemed like his final breaking point – Jason could not hold in his excitement for her stinky socks any longer! Without another word, both her stinky, blue socks in the palm of his hands down; he brings them both up to the bridge of his nose and shoves them in his face, snorting and sniffing as wildly as he possibly could.

A rush of pure sour stink overcomes him as both nostrils are being rubbed all over her socks. Lena sits back and watches him indulge in his sock sniffing frenzy with a smile. He goes nuts over the smell making sure he rubs both socks all over his face while snorting louder and louder taking deep breath after deep breath.

“You like that smell huh?!” Lena says in a playful tone.
“I CANT GET ENOUGH OF IT!” He proclaims still with her socks over his face.
“Well you better take one last big whiff – because your sock sniffing days are just about over…”
As he has both her smelly, blue socks over his face he can’t see anything that is going on around him; just then he hears a loud course of laughter and shreiking. As he removes the smelly socks from his face he’s surprised to see all the volleyball girls standing around them now in the locker room, laughing and pointing in his direction.
He is frozen solid as the smelly socks drop from his hands.

Lena pends down to pick them up, “you wont be needing these anymore!” She says sarcastically as she gets up from the chair and joins the other laughing and disgusted group of on-looking girls.
Jason is left sitting their with a big stiffy in his pants and his jaw dropped wide open in shock.

Lena's master plan had worked and she was about to what she wanted.

And with that – Lena was named to the volleyball team later that afternoon.

Dominant Deb

Dominant Deb

By garf123456

Intro
I was 16 at the time and i was living next door to my best mate, chris, i
was always round there playing computer games and such, i pretty much lived
round there. Chris's mum was about 40 years of age, 6 feet tall, long
brunette hair, quite slim, with a quite nicely sized ass, reasonably long
legs, but the best thing about her? Yep, you guessed it, she had beautiful
feet, about size 10, long toes, quite high arches considering the size.
Thats one of the reasons why i was at chris's house alot of the time, to try
a catch a glimpse of them perfect feet. She was a very nice person if you
caught her at the right time, but if not, she could be quite nasty, i
thought she was a bit 'stuck-up' aswell, kind of looked down on people, but
hey, enough of the small talk, let me tell you about my experiences with
her, not so nice sides.....Oh, and her name I hear you ask? Check the title.

Part 1.

As i lay on the floor of the room, with my arms and legs handcuffed,
completely naked, no money, a sore body all over, planety of red marks, and
an influx of varying tastes in my mouth, and the foresight of many more
times like this to come, i knew i had hit rock bottom.....And i had never
been happier.

3 Days Earlier:
So, it was like any other friday night, i was at her house playing poker
with a few mates (including Chris), and i heard Deb leave to go out with a
few friends, she goes out quite often, and when she comes back, she's either
rowdy, or irritable.
When she got back it was about 1am, and we were still paying poker, and were
all drunk, she went straight upstairs without saying a word, i was
disappointed, she usually come downstairs barefoot, I am sure it is to tease
me, hmm maybe not.
I was trying to think of a way to see her feet, so i decided to 'go to the
toilet' (or so i told my mates), I thought maybe i could go upstairs and
think of a way to see her feet, somehow, i never really had it worked out.
When i got upstairs, i saw her boots which she had beeen wearing earlier
thet night, i was a bit drunk, and hence daring, so i knelt down and took a
quick wiff, to my suprise they did not smell at all, i was so disappointed,
in my desperation i grabbed them and went into chris's room to give them a
more thorough inspection. When i got into the room, i knelt down and put my
nose as far into the boot as possible, at last, it hit my nose, the feint
smell or sweat from all the dancing, it was good enough for me. Quickly, i
unziped my trousers and started rubbing my Hard-on.
Just on cue, Deb walked into the room and caught me jerking off whilst
smelling her boots, i went bright red with embarassment, i just froze, not
knowing what to say, it wasnt helped by Deb slapping me in the face and
shouting 'What the hell do you think you are doing?!
'Erm, erm' I said franticly, 'Please dont shout the lads will hear'.
'I don't care you little pervert'! she shouted, 'how dare you get off whilst
smelling MY shoes'!
Luckily the music downstairs prevented my mates from hearing.
'Please don't tell my mates, please, i'll do anything' I begged.
'Yes, you will' was her reply, 'Get yourself and your tiny dick into my
bedroom now'!
As i scampered into her room zipping my trousers up on the way, the shock
made my hard-on go down.
'Kneel'! Deb said, now in a stern, and commanding voice. I knelt at her feet
as she towered over me.
'Please dont tell my mates' i begged, 'Shut up' was the reply as she slapped
me across my face again, this one hurt more, my face was burning. 'You will
not speak unless i tell you to speak, now, give me one good reason why i
should not tell your mates, your parents, everyone you know what a little
pervert you are'!
'Erm, i stammered, because i am so sorry I will never do anything like that
again, i will do anything, please'!
'Kiss my feet and beg me not to tell everyone, and from now on you will call
me queen Deb'.
I couldn't believe what she just said, this was my dreem come true, to
finally get to kiss this goddesses feet.
'Well?' said Deb 'Kiss my feet!'. I knelt down and started to plant kisses
on the top of her feet. 'please, queen Deb, please do not tell everyone what
a little pervert I am, you are such a beautiful goddess and I am honoured to
be kissing your feet', this felt so natural to me, and of course my dick had
risen fully and was swelling, i was turned on by this humiliation, then I
heard a
*click*
'Just for reassurance' Deb smiled, 'why have you stopped'? she said as she
planted a kick right on the end of my nose which made my eyes water.
She was really beggining to enjoy the control she had over me now, she
seemed no longer angry but loved having me begging and kissing her feet.
I continued kissing the tops of her feet as she towered over me. 'Get off me
now' She said in a commanding tone. She sat down in her big comfy chair,
crossed her legs and gestured for me to come to her, i crawled over and got
a much better view of her feet. Her toenails were painted black and her toes
were quite long, she had very smooth feet, about a size 10, they were
perfect besides a few red marks from where her boots had been rubbing her.
'Massage my feet' She demanded 'They are tired from all the dancing'
'What will my mates say about me being so long up here;? I asked.
'Don't worry, most of them have gone and they were too drunk to notice, now
get rubbing'!
'Of course queen kate' I replied conformatively.
So, a started massaging these feet which i had fantasised about worshipping
for years, i rubbed each toe gently for a couple of minutes each, i used my
thumbs to push in a circular motion, then i began on the soles, they were
beautiful, i put all my effort and concentration into her feet and to please
her much as i could, although i enjoyed the experience very much, i harldy
have a choice, did i?
After about 20 minutes on one foot i started on the other, i looked up to
see she was relaxng, watchng TV, like i wasn't there.
After about 20 minutes on the other foot she ordered: 'My feet are sweaty
and smelly, lick them clean', these were the best words i had ever heard in
my life, my @#%$ was painfully hard as i began to lick her smooth soles,
from the heel to the toes, i covered every inch of the sole, i started on
the heel, licking round and round, then moved up the toes in long lapping
motions, her feet tasted salty and sweaty, but i was in heaven. Then i began
on the toes, i started on the big toe, sucking it like lollipop, with all my
passion, i was in love with heer feet, after each toe i began inbetween her
toes, licking out the pieces of sock lint and toejam, 'Do you like my
toejam'? She teased, 'Yes queen Deb, i like it very much' I replied, 'Good
little footboy, why have you stopped?'
I quickly resumed worshipping her feet, i repeated the whole process each
time on each foot, it lasted for about an hour, but it didnt seem long
enough for me, the time was 2:30am, and she pulled her feet from my mouth
and demanded me to dry them soflty with a towel, so i scambled round on my
knees to get a towel, and proceeded to dab her feet dry. When they were dry
i bowed my head next to her feet.
'Strip' She suddenly ordered, i was caught off guard, i was nervous about
being completely naked with her, although i thought that she might give me
some release. So i ripped all my clothes off and stood infront of her with a
hard-on, i was so embarrassed.
*Click*
She put her foot out onto my @#%$, slowly teasing me as she rubbed her toes
up and down my shaft very slowly, that almost made me cum right there, her
face was grinning an evil grin as she loved teasing me like this.
'Kneel infront of my feet and be my footrest' she commanded while she
watched TV, and talked on the fone, i was listening to her conversation, and
although i wanted to be dominated more, i was glad that she said nothing
about me because for more people to know would be just too risky. Her feet
on my back felt so good, as i felt her wiggle her toes and laught to her
friend.
*Click*
I was her foot rest for at least and hour and my knees and arms were aching
so badly, i needed to move and stretch my legs out, so i tried stretching
one arm out, bad idea.
'Did i tell you to move?!' she shouted as she kicked me hard in the ribs,
she had a stronger kick than i thougt, it really took the wind out of me.
'You will have to be punished for disobeying the queen'! Before could get
my breath back back i felt a huge weight on my chest as she planted both
feet firmly onto me, her feet felt nice on my skin but she was heavy, she
was 6ft tall. I groaned in pain as she smiled, digging her heels into by
chest.
'That is what you get for disobeying the queen', she said angrily. She
lifted one foot and put it on my face, than slowly put all of the weight
onto my skull, it hurt so much, 'I will take it off when you aplogise'
'Hmmf, Hmmmmf'
Her foot was on my mouth, 'too bad' she laughed, she put her other foot
across my eyes and started twisting about, that hurt really bad, and i was
running out of breath,
'hmmmf, hmmmf' 'What was that? you are enjoying this?' she teased, i gave up
trying to speak as i was beggining to pass out, then finally, she took her
feet off my face and stood upon my chest once more, i was breathing huge
breaths to try to replenish the air that i had lost, my head was throbbing
and i felt light headed. 'What do you say to me?' asked Deb 'I am very sorry
for disobeying your orders queen Deb, i will never do it again' 'You better
not, or i wont come off next time'.
She was till standing on my chest, which still hurt, she started walking up
and down my body, 'You are my rug, you are lucky to even touch my feet let
alone worship them' she said as she strode up and down my body, 'Yes
queen.....Argh!' i screamed as she stepped on my @#%$, it wasn't hard, i
needed the blood elsewhere to recover from the near-suffocation just a few
minutes ago. 'Queit!' She shouted 'it is not as if you have much to get
hurt!' now she was just humiliating me. 'You have a tiny dick, you little
footboy' she stepped on my dick agian, it hurt badly. This was really
painful but i was kind of getting used to the weight and i started to enjoy
the humiliation, she continued to srtride up and down by body, be pinched my
nipples with her toes, and slapping my face with her feet.
'Since you have been a good rug, i will let you lick my feet again' my dick
sprang to attention, as she placed her foot infont of my mouth, whilst still
standing on my chest, it would be so worthwile if i could worship her feet
again. But as she put her toe just infront of my mouth, she pulled it away
again, i strianed by neck to get to her toes but she held them teasingly
just out of reach. 'Aw, can't reach them?' she laughed. 'Please let me
worship your feet queen Deb, please, please, please!'. 'Fine, if it will
shut you up!' she sad as she slid her toes into my mouth once more, it felt
amazing, i sucked her toes and licked inbetween them with all my passion, i
forgot how amazing it felt, 'Stick your tongue out' she commanded, as she
slid her soles across my outstuck tongue. I was i heaven once more, she then
used her other foot and slid it across my tongue, the pain of the previous
minutes went away as i worshippped. She then started sliding all her toes
into my mouth, it felt good, then she started pushing them further down my
throat, i gagged, but she was relentless, they went further down until her
toes were touching the back of my throat, my jaw was hurting so badly, i was
at the point where i couldn't take much more of the pain, i heard her
laughing 'Does it hurt little footboy, Aw, he is in pain, what a little
worthless footboy'. After what seemed like an eternity she finally withdrew
her foot from my mouth, as a stretched my jaw back to its normal position,
it was burining, 'Cant let you have all the fun now can we?' She laughed,
jumping off my body, what a relief that was. A great burden had been lifted
off me.
Again she sat down as i lay there recovering from the ordeal
*Click*
'Go and fetch me a drink, I am thirsty' Demanded Deb. 'But what if chris
sees me?' I replied. 'Don't worry he is asleep, if not, then thats your
problem'. I sneeked downstaris and got her a drink of water, luckily Chris
was asleep, i wonder what he would have said if he had seen me sneaking
around naked with a hard-on.
I got back to the room and i saw her bra and thong on the floor, she was
sitting there in her little low-cut top which showed off her big breasts
amazingly, and her miniskirt which showed off her awesomme long legs.
'Ever seen beauty like this before Footboy?' 'No Queen Deb' I repleid, in
awe.
'Come here' I crawled over to her and gave her the glass of water, she took
a sip and then teasingly slipped down her skirt revealing her goddess-like
@#%$ shaven into just a 'landing strip'. I couldn't beleive my eyes, would
i get to worship her @#%$? She turned around, bent over, and revealed her
@#%$. 'My ass is sweaty, lick it completely clean', i crawled to her and
started tongueing her @#%$, it tasted sweaty and smelled a bit, but
anything for queen Deb. After about 5 minutes of that she ordered me to lie
down, then she sat on my face, stretched out her legs and startes rubbing my
@#%$. 'Yes, i thought, finally some release!' but just as i was bout to cum
she pulled away and stood up, she laughed 'Need release?' she said
teasingly, 'Yes please queen Deb' 'Well no, not in my house' she said
sternly.
By this time it ws nearly 4am and she told me to lick her boots clean after
her night out, so i began licking her dirty sole and chewing the pieces of
dirt and grime that she had stood in, 'taste nice does it?' i hear her say,
'Yes queen Deb i replied. I contiued licking the boot and tried to imagine
it was her feet, i sucked on the heel and all the way up the knee-high
leather, my tongue was black from the leather and so very dry, but i had to
make them clean, i didn't want more punishment.
'I am going to sleep' She said, 'You will rub my feet until i go to sleep,
and dont you dare thnk about jerking off in my house, or everyone will know
what a disgusting foot boy you are!'
I rubbed her feet for as long as i could until i fell to sleep at the foot
of her bed, where i belonged.

Part 2

'Good morning footboy!' I heard the voice, yet i couldn't see anything, why
couldn't i see? Where was i? Then it all came flooding back, i could feel
the soft rug on my naked back, my jaw, chest, and dick was sore, i had a
headache, the voice was Deb's, but why couldn't i see? Then it struck me,
her feet were over my eyes! I was so relived, and the beautiful touch of her
soft soles in my eyes was an awesomme wake up call. 'Ready to continue your
daily services to me?' 'What?' i thought, daily services? how would this
happen without people finding out if it was daily? Then i felt a hard 'Thud'
on my face, she had kicked me in the face with her heel. 'Ouch!' i cried,
'Of course.' 'Of course what?' came the angry reply along with another kick
to the face, 'Of course queen Deb.' 'Now kiss my feet and lie here until i
have finished in the shower.' She stood on my chest as she got off the bed,
and went into the bathroom for a shower.

Now, what had i got myself into? How could i possibly continue 'Daily
duties' without people noticing? Serving Deb was amazing but it isn't
feasible to do it full time, what about my parents, and friends? all these
thoughts went through my head, then i heard the shower stop, and queen Deb
walked into the room in just a towel, she looked like a true goddess.

'I know what you are thinking' She said as she sat looking at her mirror, i
stayed lying on the ground. 'You do?' was my reply. 'Yes, your wondering how
you can keep serving me without people noticing? Well, your parents are
going on holiday for a week in spain, and chris is going camping for the
weekend, Don't worry, i have told your parents that you crashed here, and
wont be up until later so you can't say goodbye to them, you are mine for
the whole weekend.' 'But what about my football match?' I asked, a stupid
question really, i knew i would just have to miss it. She didn't reply.
'Come here' She called, i crawled to her, 'Get under the desk and smell my
beautiful feet.' I crawled under her desk where she was doing her hair, and
started to smell her showered feet, my hard-on was back. 'They smell
goddess-like don't they?' They smelt like perfume, she must have used some
expensive body wash. My nose was inches away from her toes, i forgot how
beautiful her feet were, and i longed to worship them again. 'Nope' she said
as she pulled her feet away and stood up swiftly, 'There is no chance you
disgusting tongue is going on my clean feet!' you will make then smell
horrible again, i accepted this, but wondered what was going to happen as
she was putting some clothes on, 'Don't even look at me without my command'
She reminded me, so i couldn't even look at how she was dressed to get an
idea where she was going. 'Right' she said 'Whilst I am gone i have a few
jobs for you to do, firstly, in this cupboard is my shoe collection, i want
you to clean each pair until they are completely spotless, oh, and if your
mouth gets dry, you can drink from the toilet' 'The toilet' i thought, oh
no'. I heard her flush the chain a few minute ago so i suppose that isn't
such a big deal, 'Well, what are you waiting for!?' she shouted, i quickly
opened the cupbaord to reveal at least 40 pairs of shoes, from sandals, to
knee-high boots, this was going to be a long day. As she walked out of the
room i heard her carrying some sort of sports bag.

So, the next 6 hours was spent licking dirt of her shoes, although most of
them were quite clean, i preceeded to washing my mouth in the toilet, it
felt so humilitating despite the fact that there was no-one around, the
water, to my suprise was quite fresh i could have just used the sink, but
disobeying Queen Deb never crossed my mind, i was also tempted to masturbate
over some of the awesomme high heels, but I didnt want more punishment,
lets face it, last night hurt, i thought to myself.

After what seemed like an eternity i heard the door open, just as I closed
the cupboard after finishing the last pair of flip-flops, 'Footboy,
downstairs, now!' i heard the call of my Queen. I crawled downstairs to see
she was in her gym clothes, all sweaty, but she looked tremendously hot.
'Lie infront of the door' She ordered, and she stood on me as she wipes her
trainers on my chest, 'From now on whwnever i enter the house, you will be
the first thing i stand on' 'Of course Queen Deb,' I replied. 'Wow, that was
a hard session, you have to sweat alot to look this good!' I kind of new
what was coming. She sat down in the kitchen and ordered me to take her
trainers off. Her sooks had sweat stains all over and were very wet. 'Take a
big smell' she laughed, they smelt very sweaty, a bit cheesy, but to my
suprise not that nasty at all, She placed both of ther sweaty socked feet on
my face and rubbed them all over my face, it felt amazing, 'kiss my socks'
she ordered, so i started kissing her sweaty socks, all over, first on the
top, then i planted kisses on each toe, the big french kisses on the bottom,
of course i was still naked, and quite cold on the kitchen floor, my hard-on
still developed quite quicky. 'Remove my socks and lick all the sweat off my
feet' i was anxious yet very excited as i peeled the socks from her feet, i
was sitting cross legged as she placed one foot right on my @#%$ as i
brought the other to my mouth,
*Click*
The smell started to hit my nose, of all the salty sweat that was dripping
from her feet, straight away i started sucking her toes with so much
passion, starting with the big toe, inbetween the big toe, there was loads
of toejam, i licked it out and chewed it for some time, 'Enjoying my toejam
are we?' of course i was, i continued to suck each toe and eat all the
toejam, sock lint, and sweat from inbetween each of her toes, she just laid
back and relaxed after her hard gym session, as i started taking long laps
of her awesomme sole, i was virtually drinking the sweat from her feet, her
heels were quite rough at this point and i got little bits of dry skin to
chew on aswell. I then delved up the ankle, and down the top of her foot,
panting kisses all the way down, then back to sucking the toes again, i had
to repeat the process about 5 times before all the sweat had been removed
from her feet, into my mouth, i then began on the other foot, it was like a
full meal, licking her feet, it was amazing! After i had finished with the
other foot she stood up, i planted one kiss on the top of each foot, and
thanked her for the pleasure of licking her sweaty feet clean, then she went
upstairs to shower, i just lay down, pondering what an awesomme half an hour
that had been.

She came back downstairs, all refreshed in a short top and a pair of sexy
tight shorts, they were quite casual clothes however, as she started making
some sandwiches for her lunch, i forgot how hungry i was. She made jam
sandwiches and started eating them whilst reading the paper and completely
ignoring me, half way through, she looked at me, 'Oh, you want to eat?' 'Yes
please Queen Deb' I begged, she then bit a large piece of sandwich, chewed
it, then spat it on the floor, 'there you go, enjoy' she smiled, i crawled
over to eat this mush which she had dropped then she put her foot and
squashed it down into the ground, 'Ooops, silly me, clean it off my feet and
the ground,' so i began to lick the mush from inbetween her toes (again) and
chewed it like food, it was very humiliating,
*Click*
After licking it from her toes she lifted her foot and placed it on my face,
rubbing it all over my face, i tried to lick it off her sole and my face,
but it was too diffucult, she was laughing at me, 'what about my floor?' she
demanded 'there is still some on the floor, 'Lick it up' the floor was a bit
dirty and i started to lick the chewed, squashed jam sandwich from the
floor, she was still giggling.

After the food she had me cleaning various rooms in the house, taking
pictures whilst i was doing it.

When the evening came Queen Deb shouted me downtairs, 'Fooboy, come here! I
have some friends coming tonight for a drink and they know about our little
situation,' 'But it thought you wasn't going to.....' I was intereupted with
a kick in the balls, which sent me to the ground in pain. 'Don't you
interrupt me like that again, they will not tell anyone about you, as long
as you be a good little footboy, ok?' 'Yes Queen Deb', i replied, very
nervous about the night to come.

About an hour later there came a knock at the door, it was Deb's friend Kim,
i had seen a before a few times and said hello, but i didn't really know her
very well, they exchanged small talk and hugs, then i heard 'So where is
this slave boy you were telling me about?' 'Footboy, Come here' i crawled
into the hall from the kicthen comletely naked to recieve a burst of
laughter from kim, 'you?' haha, 'Kiss my feet slave boy!' Red with
embarresment i crawled over and kissed each of Kim's high heeled shoes, much
to her amusement, 'So he does do what you say, wow, tonight is going to be
fun!' they left me at the hallway and walked downstairs, laughing and
chatting. Kim was about 5'10', and she was very curvy, had brunette hair,
and a very pretty face, she was wearing a black top, and a sexy black skirt
to about her knees, she wore closed-toes high heels, a couple of inches
high. Before long the doorbell rang once more, it was Gina, Deb's cousin,
they were close frieds, she was a short woman, about 5'5, very nice figure,
about 38, wearing knee high boots, they hugged and greated each other, 'Get
here slave!' she shouted, wow, she was a confident, and seemingly dominant
woman, as a i crawled in naked it was recived with laughter once more, 'Kiss
my feet to say hello!' she demanded, so i kissed each boot, and they went
downstairs, the doorbell rang again not much later, to reveal her final
guest, sarah, she was my french teacher at school, and i gave her a hard
time, when i saw her i was shocked, 'Well, well, look who it is' Sarah said
teasingly, 'Lie infront of me!' i did as i was told and she stood on me in
her 3 inch red high heels, and then walked downstairs, i had two red marks
where she stood on me, that hurt. sarah was about 40, had long blonde hair,
and was about 6ft tall, she was a true goddess.

I stayed lying there for an hour or so until they had a few drinks and were
becoming quite rowdy, i was called downstairs by Queen Deb, i was so
nervous, i was at the mercy of four, rowdy women, i crawled down and was met
by the hysterical laughter of all the guests including Deb. 'Right Footboy,
you will worship each of these goddess feet until thye kick your face to
stop, okay' 'Yes Queen Deb' that was met by much more laughter.

First, i crawled to Kim, and began worshipping her feet, i licked the tops
of her high heels and sucked the end of the toe, by this time i had forgot
about the ultimate humiliation and a hard-on developed, 'Look, his little
@#%$ has grown' Said kim, laughter hit the room once more, as i began
licking the sole of kim's shoes i was swallowing quite a lot of dirt, it
tasted bad, but this was such a turn-on, 'Suck the heel like a @#%$' ordered
kim, so i did, and she was putting it deeper into my throat as they carried
on talking to each other normally, after about 10 minutes, i unexpectedly
got a kick in the face, it hurt, that was my que to move on to Gina, i began
worshipping her knee high boots as she was talking and drinking wine, after
she had finishesd with me, i was kicked and so moved onto Sarah, i was just
about to kiss the toe of her red high heel when she told me to look up, then
she spat a whole mouthful of spit into my face and onto my chest, this
brought an eruption of laughter from the women, 'That is just the beggining
of your punishment for giving me such a hard time in the french lessons!'
She started to rub the spit on my chest with her heels and put them into my
mouth to lick it off, i was in heaven, i had secretly fantasised about
worshipping her, and there i was, licking spit of her heels. She started
playing with my swelling @#%$ whilst i was licking the soles of her shoes,
and i was close to bursting right there and then, but she stabbed my balls
with her heel, that sent me rolling in agony, more laughter erupted.

'Stand up' Ordered Queen Deb, so i stood there, this little naked plaything
to all these women with a raging hard-on.
*click*
When the laughter died down kim walking up to me really sexily and started
rubbing my @#%$ with her knee, oh my god i wanted to cum so bad, but Deb
reminded me 'Cum and you get punished.' 'Lie down' Ordered kim, as she sat
down on the sofa with me underneath her, she then began to rub my @#%$ with
her heels, calling me a little slave footlicker, and a worthless footstool,
this was just too much, as i erupted onto her shoes, my semen went gushing
all over, it was the best orgasm of my life, though soon after, i knew i was
in trouble, 'How dare you cum on my friends feet! In my house! when i
specifically told you not to! lick it off her shoe now and beg for
forgiveness!' so i did just that, i lapped up the mountains of dripping cum
off kim's shoes whilst begging 'please forgive me for cumming on your shoes,
please Queen Kim, forgive me!' My cum tatsed quite bad, but that was the
last thing on my mind,

'How should we punish him girls?' asked Queen Deb, 'Lets all stand on him
with our heels!' replied Sarah, god i wish i was a better pupil in her
classes. 'Lie in the middle of the room footboy!' demanded Queen Deb, i did
just that, and i was feeling very anxious, how much was this going to hurt?
One by one they stood on me, first was sarah in her red high heels, she
stood right on my chest, it took my breath away, the heels were digging into
my chest, it was stinging really bad. There was one consilation however, i
could see up her skirt! next was kim, in her knee high black boots, she
stood on my stomach, although i had tensed it as much as possible it didn't
make much difference, 'come on gina, get on, punish this disobedient
slaveboy!' so, she got on, she stood on each of my thighs, that hurt the
most, her heels dug right into my flesh, this pain was really bad, although
the pain in my thighs did take some pain away from the pain in my chest!
Last but not least was Queen deb, in her big black boots, she stepped right
on my face! one heel on each cheek, this was incredibly painful and i
shreiked oout, 'thats right footboy' shouted Deb, 'This is your punishment
for diobeying orders, i have told you once before, but you just won't
listen, will you? start twisting girls!' the girls started twisting their
heels into me, i tried to not scream in pain, this was horrific, they
started to walk about on me, with girls falling off me but just as quick
jumping back on, after about 10 minutes of this agony, they got tired and
decided to sit down and drink more wine, leaving me in the centre of the
room, coverd in red marks, and stinging all over.

After another half an hour or so, i heard sarah, 'lets play with footboy
some more!' that got some great replies, they were now very drunk and very
rowdy, they all began to take off the boots and high heels, 'Finally!' i
thought, 'something to null the pain!' sarah looked down over me and smiled,
'having a nice evening?' yes Queen sarah' i repleid, she sat behind my head
and smacked both her feet onto my face, that hurt in itself, her feet were
quite rough , and quite big, thats all i could tell from my posistion, her
feet on my face felt amazing, as she rubbed all the sweat around my face,
'Lick the sweat from my soles' my dream come true, i stuck my tongue out and
lapped her soles, drinking all the sweat, it was awesomme, i kept tasting
bits of dry skin from her heels but it tasted quite nice, one again, my dick
and reached full height, as i continued licking her soles, i could make out
some moans from sarah through all the racket the other girls were making,
she was really enjoying this! This gave me more motivation and i started
licking faster and faster, until her moans turned into cries, i carried on
licking, form the back of her heel, right up her sole, all the way to her
toes, she was now screaming in pleasure, innibbled on her heels and carried
on until she orgasmed full on, her sighs slowly subsided, i was so proud,
she kept her feet there on my face.

Next i could feel a sharp pain on my nipples one of the girls laughed
histerically, she was twisting my nipples with her toes, this hurt badly!
all the girls were laughing their heads off at this show, another girl sat
on my @#%$, and placed her feer on my chest twisting and jabbing my throat,
they were all tormenting me, because she was sat on my hard on, ths was
really painful, they kept laughing and poking and twisting with their feet,
then for a second the feet were removed from my face, quickly followed by a
bare ass, the girls luaghed, 'Lick my ass' i heard, so i tried licking in
her @#%$ whichever girl it was, it was difficult however because she was
sitting with her full weight on my face and was playing with my @#%$ with
her feet, i struggled to breathe, but there was a slight gap where i could
get breath, which probably stopped me from passing out, the girls were too
drunk to realise that i very nearly couldn't breathe. After several minutes
of this the girls dispersed off me, each making a last kick, two of the
girls slapped in the face with their feet, that made them laugh even more.
It was 2am, they were getting ready to go, the ordeal was finally over.

Yes indeed, the girls walked upstairs i followed them to the door, they had
a taxi waiting for them, i kissed each foot of each girl when they left, but
they had an idea, i was to carry all their bags, to the taxi, naked! i could
not believe this, what if someone saw? it was 2am, and im sure everybody was
stll in bed, Well, i didn't have a choice, bag by bag i ran them to the
taxi, the female taxi driver, she was about 60, was very amused, this was
really embarassing, i had to make 2 journeys to take all the handbags, they
could have easily carried them themselves, to make it worse, i still had a
hard-on. The girls walked to the taxi barefoot and demanded me to see them
off, they each got into the taxi, and i was made to kiss each foot and thank
the girl for a perfect night of worshipping them before they got in, they
were laughing their heads off, along with the taxi driver, and i had said my
goodbyes, they drove off, I scampered inside.

Part 3

As my eyes slowly opened, I stretched my body out as much as I could on the
soft, carpeted floor, I looked up and caught a glimpse of the narrow beam of
light shining in from the gap in the curtains, it shone onto my
stomach, and I felt a warm, cosy sensation, it was hot outside, a beautiful
summers morning, it was Sunday
morning, my last day of my preliminary residence serving at Queen Deb's
house, and of course, her feet. I glanced down my naked body to nurse the
bruises left after last night's humiliation, on reflection, it was
probably the best night of my life.

I was lying on the floor, downstairs, in the living room, just relaxing;
this was the first moment I had to
myself just to chill. It must have been about 9am when I heard Queen Deb,
Foot boy, get up here now! Her
beautiful commanding voice was now music to my ears as I scampered upstairs
awaiting her orders. I crawled into her room; she was sitting at the end of
the bed, come say hello to my feetsies she said teasingly, I got to her
perfect feet (I forgot how amazing they really were until each time I was
with them). 'Worship them like it was the last time you were ever allowed to, I
got to it straight away, I started planting kisses on the top of her feet,
inhaling deeply with each kiss, I must have kissed her foot 100 times in
about 30 seconds, I them lifted her foot, and caressed it for a moment,
staring at the gorgeously long toes, with red nail polish, I stuck her big
toe into my mouth and sucked passionately, I closed my eyes, she planted her
other foot onto my shoulder and started rubbing it up and down my front,
touching the tip of my @#%$, sending my body into spasms of pleasure, she
loved teasing me, and I knew I wouldnt be allowed to cum, look what happened
last night! I continued sucking her toes licking in-between, her feet
smelled musky, but it wasnt bad at all, I was growing to adore the smell of
her feet. I began on the sole, licking around the heel, then long, slow,
meaningful laps all the way down her perfect foot to the end of her toes,
this continued for several minutes on each foot (not long enough in my
opinion) until she pulled her foot away from my face, to my dismay, I bowed
my head in submission. Guess who is coming round today? said Queen Deb, Oh,
no I though, Not more people knowing about our situation, not matter how
much I loved serving Queen Deb, at the back of my mind was a determinedness,
not to reveal it to the world. Well, I am going out, and I have plans to
pick up a proper man to please me sexually, because there is no way you can
with you little @#%$! My @#%$ wasnt that small, but she did deserve bigger.
Who is it?; I asked, swallowing, it saddened me to think I couldnt serve my
Queen properly. I dont know yet, she replied but whenever I go looking for a
man I ALWAYS find one worthy of @#%$ me, he will be big, strong, have
huge muscles, and a massive @#%$, unlike you.

The rest of the day for me was spent cleaning, until evening, when Queen Deb
left, but just before she did, she got something out of the closet, they
were handcuffs, several pairs, I counted four, lie down on the floor, she
commanded, then she proceeded to handcuff each of my limbs to a different
part of the living room, the sofa, the coffee table, and the TV stand. Bye
she laughed. The handcuffs were quite uncomfortable, they were tight and I
kept getting itches which I couldnt relieve, I longed for her to return, but
I was anxious about the fact she was bringing a guy, what would he do, if
anything, about our situation? Many questions plagued my mind for several
hours until I heard the door open,

Queen Deb entered the room, and a hunky guy was behind her. He was wearing a
tight, blue top, to fully show off his huge pecks and muscle-filled arms, he
looked straight over at me, so its true, he does have a small @#%$ They both
laughed, this was terrible, now I was getting mocked by a guy, a superior
guy though, it was what Deb wanted, so I should feel happy about that. Deb
walked over to me and opened the handcuffs, Sit in the corner and watch how
a real man pleases me she commanded, so I crawled into the corner, as they
started kissing franticly, ripping each others clothes off, I got an instant
boner, I was going to see Queen Deb naked! The guy seemed unusually
comfortable with me being her slave, he was taking off his trousers and
revealed a massive bulge in his boxers, and I mean massive! Deb now had her
top off to reveal her perfect breasts, her erect nipples sticking out; she
slipped off her thong whilst the guy was lying on top of her planting kisses
all over her spectacular body. They were both moaning with pleasure, they
were rampant in taking off their clothes and he was already putting his huge
@#%$ into her wet @#%$, this brought an audible moan from Deb, as I sat I
the corner watching with amazement, he was pummelling her on the couch, I
could here the slapping as his @#%$ slipping in and out, her hands gripped
onto his manly back, and her moans begun to get louder, and louder, and
louder, until they nearly became screams, and she climaxed, but it was far
from over, he removed his @#%$ and put Queen Debs legs up in the air, then
slipped his huge, now wet @#%$ into her once more, this guy really knew how
to please a woman, his thrusts got faster and faster, Debs moans got louder
and she climaxed once more, each scream pierced my body with pleasure, and I
felt a bit of what she was feeling, my body shook as my @#%$ throbbed. He
continued @#%$ her, he was close to finishing, his moans became audible,
it was a bit of a turn-off, but it was inevitable and not long after he
cummed, and sent mountains of semen gushing into her dripping wet vagina.
Get over here footboy, quickly! I hurried to her on the floor with the guy
still on top of her, suck this real mans @#%$, it has cum all over it she
laughed, and the guy slipped his giant @#%$ out of her vagina, and into my
mouth, I could only just fit it in, it wasnt a pleasant experience, his @#%$
was warm and throbbing after the sex with Queen Deb, and I had to drink all
his semen, the guy was laughing along with my Queen, I told you he was
pathetic! she laughed to the guy. Keep sucking, this was an ultimate low, I
was sucking another mans @#%$ because I was told to do so, but I was
enjoying this ultimate humiliation, I really had become her complete slave,
if only for this weekend, I carried on sucking all the cum off, but I was
ordered to continue, the guy was sitting down on one side of the sofa and
Deb was lying on the other side, with her feet on my face and @#%$, her feet
took all the sucking off my mind, and she was playing with my @#%$ with her
toes, I was fully erect and ready to burst, watching Queen Deb orgasm was
thoroughly enjoyable, and tremendously hot. The mixture of the bad taste
from the semen, the ultimate humiliation, and having a set of perfect feet
on my face and @#%$, I had the most unusual concoction of feelings, and I
was dying to cum, Queen Deb noticed this, You may cum I was so happy I burst
my load all over her feet, 8 huge squirts gushed out of my @#%$, and at the
same time, the guy had an orgasm, and cummed right in my mouth, it tasted
pretty bad, but not horrible, and my cum went all over Queen Debs feet, the
guy pulled his @#%$ out of my mouth, I'll see you around Deb, I might call
you sometime, Yeah, sure Replied Deb We can do this again.

I sat there, naked, with a huge smile on my face, after having the best
orgasm ever, very satisfied, with her feet in my lap dripping with my semen,
she lay there, also naked, also very satisfied, that moment I will never
forget for the rest of my life, I felt like we had the best relationship
ever, and I was so incredibly lucky to have a Queen like Deb, May I Yes you
may she interrupted, and smiled, and I began to lick her feet clean, it was
a beautiful moment, her feet were so soft because of the semen, some got
between her toes, I saw to that, happily. I went through my usual routine,
long laps of the sole, I paid special attention to the wetter areas, and
because I was enjoying it so much, I begun to like the taste. After about 20
minutes, Queen Deb swung her legs round, pushed me with her feet into a
kneeling position, keeping my back horizontal to the floor, and used me as
her footrest for a few hours whilst watching TV. When she got up to go to
bed, she handcuffed me in my usual position, and walked upstairs.

As I lay on the floor of the room, with my arms and legs handcuffed,
completely naked, no money, a sore body
all over, plenty of red marks, and an influx of varying tastes in my mouth,
and the foresight of many more
times like this to come, I knew I had hit rock bottom.....And I had never
been happier.

Birthday Session

Birthday Session

By lawschoolsux

THE BACKGROUND

I received the ultimate gift from my wife on my birthday. I had no clue she was getting this ready for me. She did a masterful job protecting it from me so I couldn’t catch on. It helped that I was distracted with work, of course. What was it, you ask? 10-day-old disgusting, smell and sweat-soaked, worn pantyhose, worn at work, to bed (she actually covered them with clean socks so I wouldn’t find out), to the gym, 16 hours a day, for 10 days straight. They were tan colored, somewhat see-through, and set up just to soak up the sweat and smell worse than socks ever could. They were so terrible that she later told me she could not stand to wear them anymore after about day 7, but powered through the last 3 days because she was looking forward to watching me suffer.

The day of my birthday, we went to a hotel in a larger nearby town and went out to a fondue place. I noticed she was wearing her terrible brown shoes I mentioned in one of my prior stories. I did, of course, expect the typical nasty foot smell session before I could cum, given that it was my birthday, but I could never have expected the sheer torture I was about to experience after dinner.

We were both a little drunk and a little horny at the end of the rather romantic dinner she set up for me, so we went back to the hotel room. She leaned over to me and whispered in my ear on the cab ride back. “Your nose is mine tonight. I am going to push your pathetic little nose worse than I ever have,” she said. She nibbled my neck and ear lobe a little bit after she said it, and chills ran all over me as I noticed I was already starting to get hard a bit. I still had no idea she was wearing those reeking pantyhose under her brown shoes.

THE SESSION

We get back to the hotel room, and she pushed me on the bed. She had this absolutely evil grin on her face and said “I have a surprise for you…are you ready?” I was starting to catch on now, far too late to effectively resist. She pulled off her brown shoes, revealing the dirty, filthy, sweat-soaked pantyhose. She has NEVER worn pantyhose for our smell sessions before, and I think my eyes must have widened when I first saw them. I noticed myself actually trembling. They were so filthy that it was visible she must have worn them for days without washing them. It was clear to me I was about to suffer unimaginable torture under her feet.

She laughed mockingly at me, and began to talk about them to increase the level of dread/arousal I was suffering at the time. “I have worn them for ten whole days baby.” I tried to respond but my words caught in my throat. “I wore them to the gym, to work, even in bed with you, and you were too distracted with work and everything to even notice. I made sure to cover them with extra clean socks so you wouldn’t notice the absolutely nasty odor they’ve built up.” I was shaking by this point, and she noticed. “Awww,” she cruelly teased, “are you scared of them? That’s good. I’m not letting you cum for a LONG time tonight.” Even though she was showing them off to me a few feet away from me, I could still just lightly smell the nasty scent that her feet had built up. I could not believe how strong they smelled.

And yet, I could not stop staring at them while she taunted me. She was laying back so her feet were my main focus. She was spreading her delicious toes, scrunching them, and wiggling the toes. Her toenails were painted a fucking sexy, glossy shade of solid black, and the pantyhose somehow made her feet look even softer and sexier, even though they were absolutely filthy and obviously unwashed. “Do you like how they look, footstool?” “Yes,” I meekly replied. “Yes? Yes what, you dirty foot boy?” she angrily said. “Yes…mistress.” I responded. I was so mesmerized by how amazing her feet looked in the filthy pantyhose that I had no defiance in me at all. I was completely at her mercy.

“Do you like how my toes look? I got a pedicure two days ago so they would look beautiful for you. Here, let me scrunch them so you can see better.” She scrunched up her toes and showed off the wrinkles on her soles, just barely visible behind the dirty pantyhose, but visible enough to drive me wild. I was so hard I could barely believe it, and unknowingly my hand began to play with my dick while she was giving me the foot show.

She scoffed a bit, rolled her eyes, leaned over, and slapped me in the face pretty hard. “Did I give you permission to touch your dick, footstool?” “No mistress, I am sorry.” I replied. “Let me tell you how this is going to work, you filthy foot boy,” she stated. “Your nose, mouth, tongue, nipples, balls, and dick are my property tonight. You are not allowed to defy me or you will go to sleep without cumming. You will smell every inch of these disgusting pantyhose until I am satisfied you are ready to be stimulated. Everything after that is part of the surprise…”

I was visibly trembling. I literally could not believe this was happening, nor could I believe that she came up with it herself without my input. It was pushing my boundaries beyond anything we had done with feet before, and I hadn’t even started smelling them yet. As I was thinking about this, she stood up and undressed, until she was wearing nothing but the pantyhose. Her tits looked amazing, big and perky, and she had just recently gotten her hair dyed a brighter shade of blonde. The sheer dominance in her appearance made her look like an absolute goddess to me, and made me feel like a complete pipsqueak. I didn’t even feel like the same person.

“Strip,” she commanded. Without hesitation, I stripped completely naked.  She positioned herself comfortably next to me, and slowly dragged her sweat soaked pantyhose feet up my stomach, over my chest, and finally over my lips to my nose. She covered my nose with her arch. I was horrified. The scent was so strong I had no idea what to do with myself. It was as though all the distinct nasty odors her feet would conjure up in the different kinds of ratty old shoes she wore all combined together and amplified in the nylons. I groaned audibly and instinctively backed away from them toward the head of the bed. She responded by firmly using her foot in my face to push me against the wall, smothering me for a second. “Do you want to breathe? Or do I have to close up your nose and suffocate you as punishment?” she asked. I have never been smothered by her before, and I was panicking a bit. If she was this serious, what kind of things was she going to do to me the rest of the evening?

I frantically shook my head no, and she released my nose. I breathed in and got a huge whiff of the unbelievable odor from her pantyhose. I groaned in agony and begged her to stop, my voice muffled by her feet pushed up against my face. I couldn’t see anything because her feet were blocking my vision of everything else. I was consumed by her mind blowing, disgusting, sweaty pantyhose feet. I then felt her shift around a bit and lightly stroke my left nipple with her fingernails. It was like electric shockwaves down to my dick, and I felt precum already, after just a few short minutes.

Meanwhile, my nose was full of her scent, and it was practically making me dizzy from how overpowering it was. She then slowly dragged her right foot down my face a bit, and stuck her toes under my nose. Her toes, as I’ve said before, are the smelliest part of her feet, and she takes great pleasure in torturing me with them. To say they smelled horrible is an understatement. Words cannot describe adequately the level of stink the toes of those nylons had built up after 10 days of muggy fall active wear in the smelliest shoes she owns. My begging for mercy renewed, but my voice was again muffled by her feet. The whole time she had been alternating which nipple she was lightly tweaking and tickling, and my cock was practically begging for stimulation.

“Stop? We’ve just started you silly boy. Now tell me, what are you?” she asked. I had no idea what she meant, so I struggled to find an answer. She firmly kicked me in the face. “Answer me. What are you?” I meekly responded “Your footstool, mistress.” “Good boy,” she replied. She then stopped stimulating my nipples and ran a single finger up the shaft of my dick and traced it around the sensitive skin just under the head. I felt goosebumps form all over my body, from my neck down to my legs. “Oh, your dick likes that doesn’t it? Do you want to feel my mouth on it?” she taunted. Her cock teasing, combined with her fucking amazing foot fetish porn star voice and the mind-altering stench flowing from her wide spread toes into my nose were altering my perception of the universe.

“I think you need to smell these a little longer, but I will keep your cock happy while you serve me,” she said. She switched feet and repositioned her right foot so it was all I could see, and put the toes of her left foot under my nose and began spreading and wiggling them to waft the scent in my nose. The fresh stink was just as horrible as it was in the beginning of the session, and I cringed and groaned in response. “Look at these feet baby. Aren’t they just fucking perfect?” she said in her incredibly sexy, phone-sex tone of voice. “Take a deep breath of my delicious scent, and look at how wrinkly my soles are.” Her voice and dialogue were driving me wild. I felt her start to make torturously slow, long, extra gentle strokes up and down my dick from the base my shaft up to the tip of the head and back. “Oh my fucking god please let me cum mistress,” I begged. “Oh sweetie, we have a lot more to go tonight. But, I do think you’ve earned a little better stimulation.” With that, she removed her feet for a second to reposition herself, giving me the first fresh air I smelled in the last fifteen agonizing minutes. She leaned on her side in kind of a curled up position so her head was close to my dick, and her feet were sort of close to my head, but not directly in my face at all.

“This is your first surprise. If you want me to suck your dick, you have to voluntarily smell my feet. I will not suck you off unless you reposition yourself so you can smell my feet, and will only continue as long as your nose is inhaling my scent.” I couldn’t believe this. Normally in a foot session, she would just force me to smell them, taunt me, get me off, get herself off at my torment, and then leave me panting and breathless after an orgasm. Now, she was requiring me to make a choice between feeling her amazing lips on my throbbing dick while suffering under her feet, or quitting the session altogether and going to bed without cumming. To make it worse, her feet required me to stretch a little bit to voluntarily smell them, which would take some of the focus away from the blowjob. I don’t think I would have been able to force myself to smell them like this if she hadn’t have teased me this long, but I was in such desperate need for stimulation that I quickly wiggled over and stretched enough that my face was sufficiently engulfed in her feet.

Before I could even groan or complain as the overwhelming scent filled my nose again, I felt her start giving me a blowjob. My wife is quite skilled at giving blowjobs. She always alternates pressure, speed, intensity, and techniques, keeping me guessing and constantly off-guard. I never get used to any of the feelings so I remain extra sensitive. Even with the semi-awkward angle at which she was sitting, she was able to maneuver her head and my dick so her soft, wet tongue was brushing up against the most sensitive parts. She alternated gentle and hard tonguing with focusing sucking on the whole head, and bobbing her head up and down getting the shaft involved. She would suck firmly for a while and use her tongue, gently bob her head up and down the shaft, focus on swirling her tongue around, and just engulf my dick with an unbelievable range of different sensations. It was driving me crazy.

Her blowjob was amazing, as always, but the most incredible part of this particular blowjob was the combination of the varied sensations from her mouth on my aching, throbbing dick, and the overpowering scent of her filthy pantyhose filling my nose. While she was focusing on the blowjob, all I could see and smell was her feet. Forcing me to stretch and focus on smelling her feet voluntarily felt humiliating to me, further solidifying my status as her worthless footstool plaything. That humiliation intensified every sensation I was feeling. I felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming, and instinctively smelled her feet harder and harder as I got closer. She was both punishing me and giving me a gift at the same time. I hated the scent, and yet absolutely loved it and was becoming addicted to it.

Not surprisingly, when I felt myself getting close to cumming from her fantastic blowjob, she felt it too and slowed down, swirling her tongue around the head and not giving me enough pressure to quite get there. This refocused my attention on her disgusting foot smell. When she wiggled her toes directly under my nose, a fresh wave of her stink hit me and I instinctively backed my head away from it, for just a split second. As I’m sure she planned, she immediately stopped tonguing my dick. “Oh, you are so close, aren’t you footstool? But you moved, and I told you I would stop if you did that. Poor boy, I was going to let you cum too.” With that, she shoved her feet back into my face, pushing me up against the wall, and waited for my cock to soften a bit. I was so angry at this point I could scream. “What the fuck? Finish me off god damnit,” I said in a mindless fit of teased and denied rage.

“Oh, are we defiant all of a sudden?” she asked with an evil grin. “Okay, that means it’s time for your second surprise,” she began explaining. “You probably think I’m going to make you lick these nylons clean, but really it’s going to be far, far worse. Most of the stink that’s built up in them is on the inside of the pantyhose where they were up against my feet for the last 10 days.” My heart was racing so fast I thought I was going to pass out. Please dear god don’t do what I think you’re going to do. With that, she backed off from me a bit. I could still smell her stink all over my face. My poor dick was losing its erection, and I was desperate to touch it and finish myself off, but I knew I would be in deep shit if I tried that.

She leaned over the edge of the bed, ruffled through her suitcase, and produced a small pair of scissors. “Watch me, footstool. If you serve me to my satisfaction, I’m going to let you cum on my bare feet.” I was trembling again. I wanted to cum so badly that I couldn't help but obey. Just as I feared, however, she slowly pulled her right foot out of pantyhose enough so just the filthy foot part that was up against her foot sweat for ten days was completely off her feet, and then cut that part off with the scissors. She then pulled the nylons back out so her sweaty foot was bare and exposed. The left foot was still encased in the pantyhose.

I saw her slowly, cruelly turn the sweat soaked foot part of the pantyhose inside-out and roll it up tightly so the sweat was facing out. She then leaned forward and grabbed my face firmly. “Open your mouth, whore,” she demanded. I struggled a bit. “Holy fuck,” I exclaimed while trying to pull away, “are you shitting me? That’s fucking disgusting.” I had absolutely no desire to taste the foot of that nylon. I was mortified at the prospect of it. “Do you want to cum, bitch? I told you your tongue is my property tonight, and I demand you present it to me.” She slapped me hard, and still I wouldn’t open my mouth. She then grabbed my balls and squeezed firmly, making me cringe in response. “You want to feel my nails in your ballsack, you little bitch? Do as I say!” Reluctantly, I began to open my mouth, and she just shoved the rolled up cut off part of the pantyhose in my mouth.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD” I tried to scream at the horrific overwhelming flavor of her 10-day nylon foot sweat, but my mouth was muffled. She laughed out loud at me. “Oh fuck," she said in between laughing at me, "that’s gotta taste horrible. You are such a disgusting footstool.” She continued laughing cruelly at my torment. “I want your mouth to be covered in my scent and taste by the time you cum. You will remember this session for the rest of your life, whore.” She was still giggling tauntingly at my reactions. She loved watching me suffer like this.

See, I didn’t know at the time, but she had been fingering herself off and on for the last half an hour, and her pussy was soaking wet. While she doesn’t get off at all on foot smells and finds them gross, she gets wildly horny from doing sadistic things to me in bed. Nothing turns her on more than making me her little bitch footstool masochist whore of a husband. After several years of marriage and dating, she came to find out that sessions with her intense foot odor evoke stronger reactions from me than any other BDSM scenario we’ve tried, so she ends up loving it just as much as I do. It makes her unbelievably wet to watch me suffer and taunt me during it.

She stuck the other hosed foot under my nose again, and repositioned her gorgeous, high arched, perfectly pedicured bare foot so it was all I could see. “Look at that foot, baby. Really take it in. The wrinkles, the delicious sweaty toes, the baby soft balls of my feet.” My dick was getting hard again, very fast, given how close I was to cumming a few minutes before. “Smell deeper and suck the sweat out of those nylons. Look at how sweaty my bare foot is. Isn’t it perfect? It is so soft right now from the sweat.” All I was to her was a pathetic footstool – my eyes were consumed by the intricate details of her beautiful bare foot, my nose was dominated by the overwhelming scent of 10 day worn pantyhose, my mouth was tasting the stink that my nose was inhaling, and my hearing was focused on her unbelievably sexy foot fetish porn star voice. At that moment, I realized how I was absolutely nothing but a footstool toy for her own sadistic pleasure. All my senses were her property to torment and tease as she desired, for as long as she wished.

As if she could read my mind and realized my absolute surrender to her feet at that moment, she began dragging her nails ever so gently across my balls. She made various patterns, sometimes using one finger, sometimes all five fingers, tracing and looping around, stimulating every inch of my balls. The feeling was electrifying all over my dick and pelvis. “Oh my god baby you are so horny. Do you have any idea how wet I am too? I bet you want to feel my pussy right now, don’t you?” That was an understatement. As much as I wanted to fuck her at that moment, though, I could not break free of the absolute dominance her feet had over my senses. I was addicted to them. I hated the scent and taste and thought it was vile and repulsive, but I absolutely loved it at the same time. It was as though her scent and taste was intensifying every gentle stroke her nails made on my balls. I was so hard I thought I might cum just from the ball teasing.

“You have been such an excellent footstool tonight baby. Are you addicted to my scent?” I nodded. “Do you love the flavor of my feet?” I nodded again. “Do you dream about my feet whenever you jerk off?” I nodded again. “Okay, it’s time for you to cum. Get on your knees.” I obeyed so I was positioned above her, and she mercifully removed the nasty piece of pantyhose from my mouth and tossed it on the floor. I was still trembling. She wiggled around and removed the pantyhose entirely, then tossed them into her briefcase.

“Okay, start stroking your dick.” I began to stroke it. With one hand, she continued teasing my balls, and she began rubbing her bare feet all over my face and chest. “That’s it, cum you dirty footboy. Aren’t my feet soft and beautiful? Do you want to cum on them?” She was fingering herself while dirty talking me. “Oh god yes mistress, I’m almost there, oh my god,” I was practically incoherent with pleasure at this point. I was getting close to cumming, and she lifted her feet up and planted them in my face, and told me to inhale deeply. I took one deep smell of her intoxicating foot sweat, and that pushed me over the edge to climax. She quickly moved her feet down to my dick as I pumped load after load of cum, all of which landed on her feet and legs. She didn’t stop teasing my balls through the entire orgasm.

It was the hardest I have ever cum in my entire life. Words cannot describe it – I am dead fucking serious. I covered her feet in at least 3 or 4 huge loads of my cum. As I was exploding, she laughed this deep, sexy, delicious laugh while looking at the loads I was shooting. She knew what she had just done to me. I could still smell and taste her pantyhose and bare feet on my face and in my mouth. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was visibly shaking from the orgasm. I slumped back into bed after a few moments.

She got a few tissues and cleaned my cum off her feet and legs. After a couple minutes had passed, she said “now for your third surprise, you dirty footboy.” WHAT THE FUCK??? I thought. She tossed me the pantyhose she had removed a few minutes before I came. “I am going to finger myself very slowly while watching you sniff my pantyhose and staring at my bare feet. You are going to get yourself hard again. You are then going to fuck me hard and make me cum all over you. If I cum from fingering myself before you can get hard enough to fuck me, I will keep you from cumming or masturbating for the next two weeks.” With that, she told me to start inhaling the scent from the pantyhose and stare at her feet. She then started fingering herself nice and slow while talking dirty to me again.

The rest of the session, dear readers, is left up to your imaginations…

THE END