I'll Do Anything

I'll Do Anything
Author Unknown
Missy is a freshmen girl living on my floor. I am a 21 year old transfer student surrounded by a bunch of kids fresh out of high school, away from home for the first time. The first night that we had a dorm meeting, I came late and stood in the doorway. Missy sat in the middle of the floor, obviously the focal point of the group made of of 5 boys to each girl. It was odd because I didn't think she was particularly attractive, and definitely not the prettiest girl in the room. I watched in amusement as most of the younger guys all seemed to be watching her out of the corner of their eyes...obviously hoping she would take notice of them as they struck their most macho poses. I moved closer to her to get a better look at the spectacle, and saw that she was fully dressed in a bulky sweater and faded ripped up blue jeans, but that her feet were bare. I mean they were really BARE. Something about the way she was dressed and the inappropriatness of bare feet in the cold room made her feet look utterly naked and vulnerable. I found myself paying attention to her along with the little boys in the room. I found myself embarrassed to feel so drawn to this young girl, and I wasn't prepared to handle her presence.
I managed to put her out of my mind and get back to my studies that night, but as I lay in bed trying to get to sleep, I couldn't get the thought of Missy's feet out of my mind. I struggled to think of something else because I knew that once I masturbated while fantasizing about a girl's feet, something in me surrendured my power to her. It had happened several times in the past, and I knew that I would lose my confidence around her if I masturbated. The thoughts of her pretty bare feet bombarded me relentlessly, though, and my cock was stiff as a rail and dripping pre-cum. I couldn't fend off the onslaught. After I came, I swore to myself that I would avoid her so I wouldn't have to worry about that helpless, obsessive feeling I get around women who are my objects of masturbation.
I managed to avoid her successfully for two weeks, but one day I was walking down the underground tunnels toward the dorm grocery store, and as I turned a corner, I almost bumped into her. She was walking to the store too, and we were alone. No way to avoid spending time with her, and no way to get out of it. She of course was barefoot, and I did a good job of ignoring it until she said something so simple...to this day I can't believe it set me off...but it turned me to mush. She stopped, looked down at her feet, and said 'I'm barefoot!' and she looked up at me. I looked at her, and for some reason my head started swimming and I felt my gaze drop to her bare feet and I exclaimed 'Oooooo!' approvingly. Then trying to fight it and act casual, I was able to add 'So what else is new?' I heard her giggle and then she said 'Oh, I'm always in bare feet, but I can't go into the store this way.' Then I said 'Why don't I carry you on my back?'
'No, I'm probably too heavy.' She said.
'No problem' I said eagerly as I turned and dropped to one knee. Missy climbed on my back and I stood up.
'If I get too heavy, just put me down' she said.
'No, your fine' I said as we walked into the store.
We got what we needed and made a little game of it as people watched us, but I struggled a little trying to pay for mine at the register with Missy on my back. She noticed and suggested that she get down because I was getting tired. Something drove me and I refused, saying 'I'm fine. Really, you're a lot lighter than you think you are. Besides, isn't this fun?'
Missy said 'Well, in that case, carry me back to my room' and burst out laughing.
'Okay' I said, and surprised her as I continued carrying her after we left the store.
Missy thrust a pointed toe out in front and said 'With you around, my feet will never get dirty!' and laughed again. 'Aren't dirty feet gross?' She said as she spread her toes and turned it so I could see her filthy sole. 'Do you realize my feet have been all over your thighs and now you're pants are just as dirty as my FEET?'
My head started swimming some more as I answered 'Oh...there not that bad...it's okay.'
'Well then giddyup horsie!' she exclaimed as she dug her dirty heels into my thighs.
I ran up the stairs and down the hall to her room. When I put her down she looked at me and laughed because I was sweating so much. 'Thanks for the ride, do you wanna beer?' I knew I should have gotten out, but I said 'Yeah, sure.' Missy said without looking at me 'Well go get two out of the fridge and pour mine into that tall mug on my shelf.' I obeyed and sat on her roomates bed. She sat on her bed against the wall and brought her feet under her indian style. It was easier to talk with her feet tucked away, and the tension in the room lifted considerably. And I started to return to my normal over-confident macho self again. I think she noticed because she said 'Well, it looks like you've recovered from the ordeal finally.' We both laughed and she asked if I ever took calculus. I answered yes, it was my best subject. She asked if I could help her with homework sometimes, because she gets stuck alot, and as she said this, she straightened her right leg so her black sole was facing me. By the time she was done asking me for help, my eyes were fixated on her wiggling little dirty toes.
The dizzy feeling returning, I said 'Yes, of course. Anytime.'
I went back to my room fell asleep fantasizing about Missy's feet, but I refused to masturbate anymore because it took all my willpower not to drop to my knees and worship her dirty bare foot in her dorm room.
At three thirty in the morning I heard a knock at my door. I put some pants on and opened the door to find Missy, fully dressed but still barefoot, holding a notebook and a textbook. She said 'I hope it's not too late, but I'm stuck on a calculus problem. Can I come in?'
'Sure, come in, please' I said stepping back and allowing her into my room. I pointed to my desk and said 'Have a seat.'
'Are you sure it's okay. I didn't want to wake you up.' Missy said.
'Really, it's NO PROBLEM. I wasn't sleeping well anyway.'
We started out sitting next to each other at the desk as I showed her how to work the problems. She didn't seem to be catching on, and I started getting irritated from lack of sleep. Before I could complain, I felt her bare toes on my bare instep and she said 'I just want to let you know that I really appreciate this. I mean, you must think I'm a stupid bitch who can't even do her own homework!' Her toes curled over mine as she looked at me appologetically. I said 'No, I don't think that. In fact, I'm having some problems myself. Why don't you just relax while I do the problems to get the hang of it again. Then we'll discuss them.' She agreed and got up to go to the restroom.
When she came back, instead of sitting next to me, she sat on my bed, back against the wall. She raised feet against my desk so that her toes were curled over the top of the desk. As I did her homework, she began spreading her toes, and then curling them again as if she were gripping the corner of the desk. It was distracting, and I couldn't help but glance at her feet everytime she did it. Finally, when I finished the problems, I turned toward her and looked at her wiggling toes for a few seconds before telling her I was done.
She must have been watching me because she said 'I hope this doesn't bother you.'
'What?' I asked.
'My feet.' She said as she raised and waved at me with one of her feet, toes pointed prettilly.
'Wh...noooo....they're okay...really...I don't care.' I fumbled, almost drooling, gazing at her foot waving in front of my face.
'It's just that some people think feet are gross.' She whispered for some reason as if it were a secret.
'No...you have beauti...ah...nice feet. They're not gross at all.'
'Thanks. I LIKE my feet too.' Then she dropped her voice to a whisper again 'I even get turned on by them' she giggled. She crossed her left leg onto her right knee and started running her long fingernails up and down her bare sole. 'I LOVE the way this feels. It sends shivers up my spine...I do it all the time when I'm alone...it's like an addiction.' We were both staring at her fingers as they crawled sensuously over her dirty sole. 'Mmmm it feeeels soooo goooood' she said as her eyes rolled back. I was snapped out of my trance when the toes of her other foot caressed my arm. I looked and noticed her bare foot right in front of me. I began caressing her sole with my fingertips the way she liked it. Her skin was hard from being barefoot constantly, so I started digging my nails in a little harder. 'Oh yeah, just like that. You're REALLY good at this.' I was loving it. It was such a turn on to have her encourage me to tickle her feet. Then she said 'What really turns me on is when I SUCK my own TOES while I'm doing this...' She drew her lips to her toes and stopped, looking at me. '...but that would probably gross you out if you had to watch.'
'NO! Not at ALL.' I exclaimed before realizing it was a trap.
'REALLY? I was just kidding. These toes are filthy!' she said with a giggle. Then her foot began sliding up my arm, and she said 'You'd have to be a real foot freak to take THESE toes into your mouth. A real pervert. I mean, they just came from the girls room floor for god's sake. Anybody who'd suck THESE toes would do anything I want.' I felt toes press into my engorged cock as her other toes slid up my neck and over my chin before stopping at my lips. 'YOU will do anything I want, WON'T you?'
I felt completely helpless. 'Yes...' I began to say, but as soon as I opened my mouth, Missy shoved her warm toes in. I closed my lips and tasted them with my tongue, The whole experience was so powerful that I felt my eyes roll back and I almost passed out. It was so wrong and so dangerous, but I felt a part of me come alive. A part of me that I have always been ashamed of and hidden for fear of my life.
'You'll suck my toes clean and lick the grime off the bottom of my foot, won't you?' I nodded yes as I sucked her toes. 'Then you'll do the other foot, right?' Again I agreed. 'And whenever I want you to do my homework or drive me somewhere, you'll drop everything immediately and tend to my needs. Is that understood?
I stopped sucking her toes just long enough to say 'Yes Missy.'
She crammed her toes back in my mouth hard and said sternly 'Don't stop sucking my toes unless I say, and it's MISTRESS to you from now on.' .