Foot fetish - A College Classrom Foot Experience

I'm a sophomore at the University of Kansas. I am majoring in Western Civilization. I'm a guy, age 20 with a... shall we say, liking for the bare female foot and her shoes. I have a little story to share with you that I could not believe happened to me. Whether or not you believe it happened to me... well, I could care less. I know the truth.

What's great about universities is that for 4 or 5 hours a day (depending on the amount of hours you are taking that semester), you get to sit in classrooms, both small and large, with a vast amount of hot college girls. And for those spring and summer months with they wear less and less clothing and shoe.... excuse me SHOW more and more skin... these warmer days may very well be the best of a college guy's life.

Anyway, although the smaller classes are really nice to get closer glimpses of girls' niceties... I prefer larger lecture hall type classes, where your chances of seeing what you want out of a girl are much higher. I typically sat in the back or near the back of those lecture halls on the end seat of a row. I could therefore usually get the lucky shot of having a girl sit a little farther down in the hall on and end seat of a row as well, or maybe even the second seat end, depending on how far down she was. Either way, if I would see a hot girl (or even average girl) enter the hall wearing some nice slides, flats, clogs or heaven for big the high heel... I would pop a boner that would almost put my eye out.

Oh, PLEASE, sit on the end I would silently beg her. What are the chances.... sometimes I would get lucky, more often than not... I wouldn't. Most of the time, I'd see a nice prize walk in... slight glimpses of that flesh-colored skin peering over the top of her shoes.

Wait... before I continue, let me describe to you what my ideal "shoe situation" is. Type of shoe?... well, there's quite a few that fall into this category, but let's just say... covers the toes, or at least most of them (hell, I don't really like flip-flops... leaves nothing to the imagination... those dainty cross-straps might as well not be there... she might as well be barefoot) but open-toe shoes or shoes that cover just the beginnings of the toe-cleavage) are okay (i.e. clogs, slides, etc.), two... they can be removed easily with the foot... easily dangled. Might be a heel, or those I mentioned before; three... the must be able to be worn without socks/hose. I don't like socks, hose, or stockings.... bare foot is the best in my book. Those mentioned before and even those backless Ked-type white tennis shoes are okay. The more of the toe that is covered but the easier they can be dangled/slipped out of is perfect. Okay, now that we've established that... I can continue.

Anyway, most of the time the girl would sit so far out of my eyesight, it'd be ridiculous to try and stretch my neck to see her. I'd look like a retarded guy who couldn't sit still for an hour. Sometimes I would move to another seat, if I thought it would help me get a better view.

One day... I got the prize of my life. It was as if the planets had aligned. She came in. Wonderful wavy-curled, shoulder length hair... beautiful face, great body... perfect dimensions. Wearing a pair of khakis, a nice tight lime green sweater (it was the beginnings of fall) and as my eyes peered down I saw them. A great pair of 1-inch heel slip-ons, black. They even had a small bow near the top... wonderful. No hose or anything... she was going "commando" with them, as I sometimes call it. She slipped her backpack off her shoulder and proceeded to get her notebook out for class. She then sat back in her chair, opened her notebook to a blank page, and clicked her pen out. She was ready for class.... as was I.

She sat about 4 rows down from me, so it was at a great distance, now I'm not a geometry wiz, but the trajectory of my view was perfect. I could still look at the professor like I was paying attention, and every once in awhile.... okay ALL THE DAMN TIME, peer down to see what my lovely jewel was doing with those slip-ons she so graciously decided to wear for me.

Now, not to stop the flow again, but sometimes... I get fucked on this. The perfect setup is in place, just as I've described to you... and then I get nothing. No dangle, no shoeplay, nothing... she just sits there. I mean, I'm up for teasing sure... but I at least want to see something before class is over or it was all for naught.

This one, today... did not let me down. As class began, I noticed she crossed her right leg over her left. Then sat back in her seat to get even more comfortable. Nothing unusual so far. The excitement in me was building however. For a few minutes, not much action. She just kind of sat there. I was starting to get anxious, but I did not lose hope. Then a glimmer of that hope arose. She started swaying her leg back and forth. Ah... your leg was starting to get a little numb, I thought... you needed to get the blood flowing again. Okay with me. Back and forth... she even twisted her ankle a little bit. Sort of wiggling pretty fast. It's kind of like on a hot summer day and the clouds start rolling in. The conditions were right for something wonderful to happen. Then it did.

Her heel began to slip down slowly... she was kind of half-helping it... but it was falling a little due to gravity alone. A little more... wow, it was almost near the bottom of her foot. Then she popped it back up.

Okay, no problem... I thought, this one at least has some potential. I waited some more, having not even looked once at the professor at this point. I wouldn't dare. Then she popped the heel completely off her foot. Just that little bit sent me stirring. I could see the pink of her heel and even space below her foot. Oh I would love to have my dick in that space. So warm and sweaty. You know it didn't smell bad either. You know it smelled of her perfumy soap with just a hint of shoe leather. Perfect combination. She then tempted me even more by letting the shoe stay in that position, she didn't pop it back up on her heel. This stayed in this position for it had to be 8 or 9 minutes.

Class was half over now. She had to come through for me. The lights were up in the lecture hall... so I had a fabulous view. She continued to excite me more. She let her shoe fall so that the heel of her shoe was almost near the floor. I could see her entire foot except for those glorious toes. She was still swaying her leg back and forth. That is the perfect momentum for the perfect thing to happen. All of the sudden... she did it. With the shoe almost perpendicular to her foot. She moved her toes down. The shoe slipped off her toes in almost a slow-motion effect. It seemed like minutes as the leather tops of her toes seem to cling to the sweaty effervescence of the top of her foot as it glided down. It was like a footy syrup was holding the shoe on her toes still. She continued to sway her leg back and forth and I could see toe cleavage. The moment of glory had arrived. Oh what perfect toes too... not too chunky, really lean, no blemishes or annoying hair. The perfect peds. Her shoe FINALLY fell off onto the floor and I could seem the gleaming... almost screaming red of her nail polish. It was as if she buffed them out too after the polish dried. Perfect pedicure had to have been performed. The nails were nicely trimmed... but not trimmed down too far. Each toe had a perfectly painted nail on it. Even the pinky toe had a great nail. It was perfect. I was ready to whip my jeans off and start whacking it right there... hoping a good splotch of my cum landed on her pretty toes. But dammit... I could not. All I could do was to hold by boner in so it wasn't too noticeable and try to imprint a picture of this image in my mind for later masturbatorial sessions... i.e. I had to jerk off to this later.

Then it happened. Something that seems both good and bad. SHE LOOKED OVER AT ME AND CAUGHT ME STARING AT HER!!! As she uncrossed her legs and began to more that perfect foot to retrieve her black leather slip-on shoe with the tiny bow, she looked right at me... I was mortified. I didn't really know what to do. Because it wasn’t' as if I was looking at her face or even her body. She knew I was looking right at her "shoe accident." But then she did... bless her heart she did it. She looked right at me with those beautiful eyes, and slowly... ever-so-fucking slowly, wiggled those toes and heel into her shoe... and smiled. She fucking smiled! She caught me and smiled as if to say, I fucking caught you looking, you perverted college-boy foot freak. But then she also smiled to say, ... and I liked it... I think. Hell, I don't know, maybe I was reading too much into it.

Just then the bell rang as the hour was over. Damn... that was awesome. I would definitely have some fine jerking material later on that day.

My next class was some ancient history class. All boys... no girls. I almost skipped it. I wanted to go home, or at least into some empty men’s room and fucking rub my dick and spew cum all over the damn place. But I didn't... I went in knowing I wasn't going to pay attention too much that hour. It was in another lecture hall in that building of the same size. There were only 50 or so guys in the class, but the hall was going to fill up a little more. Maybe I'll just sit in the back, it though I picked like the last seat in the row way up almost in the back corner of the hall. The professor was a fucking stoner graduate student who didn't really give a shit what went on in class. He generally just gave the lecture notes as most of the class fell asleep. Today was going to be especially boring, some slides of some Greek ruins or something... boring bullshit. I thought I might as well catch some Zs... dream about the jewel in my previous class.

As the bell rang, the professor came in and mumbled some boring shit that I barely heard, let alone thought about. The lights then lowered in the lecture hall slides started popping up one after another. Then a side door just a little in front of me in the back of the auditorium opened and made a noise that was kind of loud and disturbing... but the stoner professor made no notice of it... Our next slide is of the blah blah blah... He went on.

I looked over at the door and HOLY SHIT! It was her!... the girl from my last class!!! She peered around a little bit and then looked right up at me. She smiled and started her way up the stairs. She got to me and sat down right next to me.

"I noticed you looking at me in the last class." She said. "I couldn't help but wonder what you were thinking...." I... I.... II was floored... I didn't know whether to pass our or run.

"Shh..." she said as she pressed her finger up against my lips. "Don't say anything... don't worry about anything..."

She slipped her backpack off her shoulder and threw it into the second seat on the other side of her. She then got up and went to the row behind me. All the other dorks were furiously taking notes near the front of the class and didn't even notice she had come in. There were like twenty rows between us and any of those guys, so they didn't even noticed that a girl walked in the room... heh heh. Typical.

I heard her sit down and I turned around... she grabbed my head and forced me to look straight ahead. "Don't turn around... just sit there looking straight head." She took her hands from my head as she knew I wasn't going to put up a fight and turn around anyways. I then heard her getting more comfortable in her seat as she leaned back. Then I noticed it... out of the corner of my eye, I saw she had placed up foot up just an inch from the side of my head. I could smell the leather of the slip-on shoe and my dick almost snapped in two as I about came into my pants. I almost let out a tiny scream in pain... but I didn't.

"Will you take my shoe off?," she asked in the sweetest voice you had ever heard. I said nothing as I slowly brought my hand up and grabbed the back of the heel. I slowly... even slower than she had wiggled it off in the class before, moved the heel of her shoe of the back of her foot. I could hear the leather of the shoe rustle around as it slid against the softness, yet sweatiness of her lovely foot. I could also smell a hint of roses from what must have been her lotion that she used to keep her feet soft through the day. I continued to remove the shoe and started looking at her foot. She didn't say a word... neither did I. I continued moving the shoe down and forward off her foot. Slowly peering at it. As the scent of leather and lotion grew stronger, I could start getting glimpses of toe cleavage. As I got closer and closer to the end of her toes, I heard her let out a quick breath of relief probably as the cool air began to caress her foot and waft that wonderful smell my way. I then could see that wonderful red polish as I got the shoe almost off her foot.

"Do you smell my foot?" She asked. Yes... I whispered. "Here, smell it some more." She then moved her foot and touched the top of it to my cheek. She began wiggling her dainty toes and I could smell the scent of her lotion begin to overpower that of the leather... although the leather smell was still there. She pulled her foot back and the tops of her toes reached my lips. I could smell her lotion mixed with sweat as she wiggled her toes even more... she pulled her foot back and I parted my lips a little...

"I want to feel your tongue on my toes." She said. I parted my lips even more and brought my tongue out past my lips. As I touched it to her sweaty but perfect toes, I felt some pre-cum come out my dick. Oh she tasted sweet... and salty at the same time.... if that is possible. She started moving her foot back and forth across my tongue as I started kissing her the tops of her toes as well.

I then heard a small snap and a zipper being slowly brought down. I knew she was opening her khakis a little bit. I heard what I thought was her hand going into the top of her pants and I even thought I heard a small snap of elastic from her panties... but I could be mistaken. What I wasn't mistaken of was that she was beginning to breathe more heavily now and move her toes over my tongue a little faster.

"I want to feel your hot spit over my toes" she demanded. I drew some saliva into my mouth and rewet my tongue as I bathed her glorious red digits in my saliva. She moaned a little bit as I now knew she was beginning to touch her pussy.

She then did took her foot off my shoulder. I was shocked and somewhat worried then. She quickly rectified those feelings.

"Come up here," she said. "Sit down next to me." I quickly, but quietly got up from my seat and went back to the row she was at. "She pointed to a seat not next to her, but two down, so we had a chair between us. She motioned from me to unbutton my jeans.... I did so and then she motioned me to pull them down. At first, I was very leery. I shook my head no... I didn't want to get caught like this... this could get us both expelled from the university. I thought about it for a little bit and was then like.... fuck it.

I dropped my jeans down just above my knees. I then heard a slight click of her other shoe dropping off her foot. I looked over and could see that her panties were unzipped and slightly down. I sat down and she quickly put one foot on the top of my leg. Her big toe was right near my now vertical cock. She slowly started inching her foot towards my erection and when she got there, it seemed to grow a couple more inches. She started moving her toes around the top of it... I knew she could feel the pre-cum under her toes as she did so. She circled her big toe on the tip of my dick a few times and then moved her way to the top of my boxers. She then motioned me to pull down my underwear to which I looked around the class... no one was looking back and slides were still progressing. I slowly moved my fingers over the elastic on my boxers and pulled them down to where my jeans were. She then put both her feet up on the top of my leg. She grabbed the finger of my right hand and had my caress in between each of her toes, starting in between the pinky toe and next bigger one on her left foot through in between all her toes. They felt sweaty but slightly cold. The temperature of those lecture halls was kept pretty cold and I could feel her feet cold as well. She then had me stick that finger in my mouth. I loved tasting her toe sweat. I smelled and now tasted that leather smell mixed with the lotion. She then took my finger out of my mouth and put it in her mouth. She started sucking on it and then placed both her feet around my now fully erect, almost exploding dick. More pre-cum began to come out and she started stroking my dick up and down... she was giving me a footjob, right here in the middle of class... holy shit! She then took my finger out of her mouth and moved my hand forcing the top of her panties open and plunged my hand deeper... she was quit warm down there which was quite an offset to her cold yet sweaty feet. She began moving her feet faster and faster up and down. Shit I was ready to cum any second. She moved my hand down into her warm panties even more as she slide back in her chair a little... I did the same. I could see the precum lubricating my dick and glistening over her red, painted toenails and even in between some of her sweaty perfumy toes as she seemed to glide her feet even faster up and down my cock.

She started moaning a little more now as my fingers reached the top of her pubic area. She had a small tuft of pubic hair right at the top but then was very smooth and now wet a little farther down. She moved my hand even deeper into her crotch and moaned even more while somehow still managing to maintain a steady rhythm with her feet on my dick. Holy shit this was fantastic. At girl who didn't mind my foot fetish, in fact even enjoyed it as she performed a footjob on my right in the middle of a college lecture class. This was beyond unbelievable.

I could feel her getting wetter when she says... "now concentrate on my feet caressing your dick. Forget that your hand is touching my pussy. I will hold it here in place as I stroke your dick." And she began doing just that. Although I by no means forgot my hand was in her pants. I felt it was securely there as she held it tight against her pussy and I began to focus on the rhythm of her wonderful feet moving up and down my member.

I was starting to approach climax and she noticed. "I want you to warm my cold feet with your hot cum. I want to feel it drip between my toes and down the tops and bottoms of my feet and drip off my ankles." Just as she said that, I let loose. My ass came of my chair just a little bit as I sort of jerked as my cum came out. I watched with intent as it spouted up a little and then flowed over her pretty red toes, down between them, down the tops of her feet and dripped off her heels on to my legs. I could here not only the "squelching" of my cum between her feet and my dick, but also drops of it as it hit the cold floor below. She then quickly sat back in her seat even further and pulled her right foot up to her face. She stuck out her tongue and rolled it over the tops of her toes. She had to have licked them quite clean, but then pulled some tissues out of her bag.

"These are not for you... they are for me" She wiped off her feet and toes and then quickly put them back into her slip-ons. "This is for you," she said," and got down on her knees. She grabbed my dick and began sucking and lapping up all the cum... she circled her tongue all over my dick and around the base and put her mouth over the top as she sucked as well. While my dick got attention again, I knew and... thankfully she knew that her footjob had exploded ever last ounce of cum out of me, and my chances of a second ejaculation was a little ways away. She gave me a few of her tissues and helped to clean me up. I began my pull my pants up. She zipped up and buttoned her pants. As we both gathered our things... class was about to end. Holy shit that was good timing... somehow.

"See you in class on Thursday. I will wear something.... that will give you a show then too. Oh uh... and I don't have class after that at all... so maybe we can "study" together in here again." She smiled.

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Foot worship Stories - His foot fetish story! (NF)

First of all, this is my boyfriends account...mine is still pending lest for the other areas....so i'm posting this on his...after all its the story he wrote for me. Pretty much i wrote a story of my memory of how i found out about his fetish and foot play we've experienced and what not....this is HIS account of what it was like for him to tell me about his fetish...please leave us comments and let us know your thoughts!  its greatly appreciated. 

Me and her, sitting in my room alone. Looking into her eyes. I struggle inside myself. I love her, but will she love me after I tell her what I am about too. It is a big part of who I am especially with the person I love. I grab her hand. "I need to tell you something. Its very embarrassing for me to say this…….no…. I cant tell you. " She looked worried about what I was going to tell her. I could see that she genuinely wanted to know what I was so scared of and what I was too embarrassed to tell her.

"Please tell me" she begged "I wont think you're weird and I won't judge you." As my heart raced, I was going through in my mind sorting out and getting ready for any response that she will give me. A I think about all her responses, she interrupts my thought process. "If I guess what it is, will u tell me if I am right or wrong?". I slowly nod my approval. She sits for a few seconds but to me it seems like an eternity. She responds with "You have a foot fetish?". My heart stops. I can't breath. All I want to do is curl up into a ball and die. I look down in disgrace. "It makes sense now, all the touching and tickling." I stare at her hoping the girl I fell in love with will still except me for who I am. She puts her hand on my leg. "Its ok, everything is alright. it's the most common fetish out there." I nod that I understand but still feel like I lost something in myself, but little did I know I was actually putting myself together.

This girl I had fallen for finally knows my deepest secret. I told her something that I would want to take to my grave with me. The only problem is, she hated her feet and just hated feet in general. It broke my heart when she told me that she hated her feet. To me though it didn't matter if I wouldn't be allowed to touch or kiss or lick them because I fell in love with her and not with her sexy feet. I didn't want to scare her off. So I decided to take it slow. All I wanted to do was touch the perfect foot that was in front of me. The feet that teased me everyday in flip flops, and that would be curled up next to me on the couch. I love her with all my heart…and I was extremely and still am attracted to her whole body from her head all the way down to her ankles. Why stop at ankles you ask? It's because I didn't just find her feet attractive. They were sooo sexy and hot and perfect. I lusted after them. After a lot of begging and pleading she finally let me touch her feet. It was like electricity. The warm soft smooth skin of her virgin foot was outstanding. I can still remember the first time I got to touch.

Touching her feet was exquisite, I loved every minute my skin came in contact with hers. After awhile I tried so hard to be content with just touching. I knew it was so hard for her to let me touch let alone do anything else. My lust for her perfect feet still continued I needed more. I felt like a vampire, having the lust for something inside me grew stronger with each glance at the at one time forbidden area below her ankles. I need them in my mouth and my tongue to dance over her soles like a ice skater on a fresh pond during winter. After I finally got the courage up to ask, she shot me down…hard. "What!? No! never! Out of the question! Absolutely not!". It felt like I got staked in the heart. It hurt so much. I bet she didn't mean to, but for the first time she looked at me like I was a freak. I felt like all my hard work got thrown out the window. Even though it was a speed bump in our foot journey, I didn't give up. Finally after much talking and convince I got to lick those wonderful peds. My warm tongue over her flawless feet. The taste of her feet are unforgettable. Lightly salty and sweet at the same time. Sucking on each toe was magnificent. I got lost in the moment and nothing else mattered.

After the amazing experience and my tongue dancing all over her wonderful feet, I thought I was the happiest guy in the world. A perfect girl and the plus is that she had perfect feet. She gave me my first foot job. It was like in pure bliss. Feeling her toes wrap around my throbbing manhood. Nothing can compare to her soft warm soles rubbing the tip and her moaning from my warm precum being massaged in to her feet. Even though it feels amazing, I feel bad asking since it isn't that easy. It hurts her feet and legs, she loves me so much that she still does it from time to time. When she doesn't feel like doing it I get to play and cum all over her feet and soles. Oh did I mention her feet are extremely ticklish? From 1-10 she is about a 15 on the ticklish scale. She even lets me tickle them! Ya I know, she is perfect.

Honestly, I must be the luckiest man alive to have such a perfect girl and such a good friend. She helped me realize that I am not a freak or a psycho. She lets me indulge in my naughty pleasure whenever I want to which is all the time. She is so sexy and I love her to death. I love every minute I have with her. I feel terrible though that I am so into her feet. She is my favorite foot fetish model, she is my favorite tickle slave. I try and not be to into her feet but when you have the best of the best right there its hard not to be completely entranced by them .IM trying to incorporate my "problem" with other aspects of our relationship and I'm trying so hard to wean myself off of them but its not going so well. More foot adventures are to come and I'm looking forward to every single second of them!

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A Foot Fetish Realized

I used a corkscrew to open our second bottle of a very nice Cab-Merlot blend and poured each of us another round into the long-stemmed glasses. My wife, Dana, our next door neighbor, Sue, and I were enjoying a warm, early evening on our deck last summer.

Dana took a sip of her wine, leaned back, and put her foot in my lap. Automatically, I put my hand on her foot and began to slowly stroke the length of her long, narrow foot. She wiggled her painted toes in response to my caresses.

Sue took a long sip from her glass and watched me stroke my wife's foot lovingly.

"Paul gives a wonderful foot massage," Dana told our neighbor. "Sometime, I think he has a foot fetish," she added with a giggle.

I was a bit embarrassed, but I continued to lightly stroke the top of my wife's foot absently.

"It must be divine," Sue offered. "I wish my Dan would do that for me. My feet ache at night after I've been in heels all day."

Dana found it hard to believe that Dan didn't like to play with Sue's feet. "There are only a few things that feel better than a good foot massage," she quipped.

I reached for my wine glass, leaving Dana's foot in my lap.

"Hey, don't quit now!" Dana told me. "I was just starting to enjoy it."

I told her that I was just having some wine and would soon continue.

I returned to massaging my wife's foot and pulling gently on each toe. Dana leaned back and closed her eyes as I slowly worked on each small bone within her foot.

Dana finally opened her eyes and glanced at Sue. "Really, haven't you ever had a good foot massage?" she asked.

"No, not really," Sue replied. "I really don't like massage stuff," she added somewhat haughtily.

Dana grinned. "You don't know what you're missing, Sue. "You would love it, I'm sure."

"Dan likes some of my other parts," Sue joked, calling my attention to her ample breasts.

"Nevertheless, you should let Paul massage your feet for you. He's really good at it."

Sue hesitated. "I doubt if Paul would want to do my feet," she said without looking at me.

I looked over at Sue as I began to stroke Dana's other foot. "It would be my pleasure, Sue," I assured her. 

Sue was wearing a T-shirt, a pair of white shorts and cute sandals. I noticed that she, too, had red painted toenails to match her fingernails. Sue looked very attractive as she held her glass and looked to my wife.

"Well, are you sure, Dana?" she asked tentatively. "You don't mind if Paul does my feet?"

"Heaven's no, Sue. If Paul does a good job, maybe you can get Dan to give you foot massages on a regular basis. It's fun."

I could tell that Sue was intrigued by the idea, but was still hesitant. 

"Give me your foot, Sue," I said. "I'll do both of you at the same time."

Sue giggled at my comment. "Maybe just a little bit," she decided as she slipped off her sandal and lifted her foot onto my leg, about halfway up my thigh.

It was exciting to hold a woman's foot in each hand. I felt that I had a challenge.

I explored Sue's smaller foot with my left hand as I continued to massage Dana's foot with my right hand. Finally, I decided to try the same moves on each foot at the same time, just to see what would happen.

My hands stroked the top of each foot. I saw Sue shiver a little as I traced from her ankle to the tip of her big toe. Then, I began to tug on each toe of each foot, starting with the little toe and working up to the big toes. 

"See how good it feels, Sue?" Dana gushed as I continued by inserting my finger between each toe.

"Oh, yes, it does feel good," Sue confessed.

After concentrating on the top of each foot and each toe, I repositioned their feet and worked along each heel, using my thumbs to massage the soles. It was obvious from Sue's accelerated breathing that she was thoroughly enjoying the sensation of someone paying close attention to her bare foot.

My thumbs worked up along each arch and onto the ball of their feet. I heard low moans from Dana and Sue, so I knew they both were enjoying my ministrations.

By now, I had finished both of Dana's feet, so I moved to face Sue more directly and asked her for her other foot. She slowly raised her other leg and put both feet in my lap. As she moved, I got a brief glimpse of her silky, peach colored panties.

I was now able to use both hands on each of Sue's feet, clutching them and manipulating the various structures to help her relax. Dana was sipping her wine and watching. Sue had her eyes closed and clearly was off in another world. Sue would lick her lips and bite her bottom lip off and on, indicating a degree of arousal I had not seen in her before. It encouraged me to keep going.

I stopped abruptly and reached for my glass to take another sip. "Oh, don't stop now!" Sue gasped as her eyes snapped open.

"Just pausing for a little sip," I assured her. "Are you ready for more?"

"You were right, Dana, it feels divine," Sue gushed somewhat embarrassed.

"I know, I know," my wife replied with a sly grin. "Paul's an expert foot man."

I returned to Sue's right foot and again used my thumbs to slide up from her heel, across her instep, and onto the ball of her foot and along the base of her toes.

"Oh God," Sue moaned as I repeated the maneuver.

I repeated the moves again, even slower, and slipped my finger between her toes at the end. The third time I did it, as I was sliding along her instep, Sue gasped and a low moan escaped her lips.

"Oh, ahh, oh yes," was all Sue could utter as I felt her body shudder slightly.

It was pretty obvious to me, and to Dana, that my foot massage had given her friend, Sue, a small, but satisfying orgasm!

"That's enough," Sue moaned as she returned to Earth a few seconds later. She was more than a little embarrassed that she'd let herself go. "I think I need some more wine now, please."

Sue pulled her feet from my lap and tried to cover up her arousal. Her face was now flushed and splashes of red covered her upper chest and neck. I got another flash of peach panty as she again sat upright in the deck chair. There was also a small wet spot in the crotch of her shorts.

"I told you he was an expert," Dana teased. "I don't blame you for enjoying every minute."

Sue picked up her wine glass and took a deep sip. I raised my glass and touched hers in a symbolic toast. Our eyes met and I saw a mixture of emotions sweep across her face. I had just given my neighbor a small climax and she had no idea how to handle that.

Dana filled the awkward silence. "Honey, why don't you get us more chips and some of that good salsa we picked up the other day?"

Happily, I jumped at the chance to cool off a bit. I excused myself and headed for the kitchen.

When I returned, the gals were deep in a different discussion and we continued until the wine was finally consumed. There was no further comment about foot massages, but I had the distinct feeling that Dana had talked to Sue about it and had assured her that all was well. 

Sue finally headed home to await Dan's homecoming from his office. She and Dana exchanged their usual hug and peck at the door. Sue turned and gave me an unusually tight hug and very quickly kissed me on the mouth. 

"Thanks for everything," Sue whispered before she turned and walked across our front yard to her house next door.

"That was fun," Dana commented as we closed the front door. "I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did."

I wasn't sure how to respond, so I tried to play it cool. "It was definitely an interesting evening," I admitted without really admitting anything.

Later, Dana and I bathed each other in our oversized tub. She gave me a soapy foot job and rinsed me off before bending forward and taking my now-stiff cock into her mouth.

It had been a long time since Dana had been so obviously aroused. I lit some candles and we enjoyed a lengthy love-making session to cap off our day. We finished with Dana on top, furiously riding me to a crashing climax for us both. 

I don't know if I'll ever get to give two simultaneous foot massages again, but if not, I will always have that evening to remember.

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Foot Slave

I first married in 1997 when I was 20 years old. I met a local businessman who ran a number of stores by my mother's house. I was and still am attractive; I have a size 10 figure and long blonde hair. My secret is that I have had breast surgery to make my breasts d cup and firm.

Paul was going to be my slave, not bad considering he was wealthy and had his pick of the girl's in my area. He did make me sign a pre-nup agreement but I made it my resolve to work on him and take control of his life. I guessed he had a submissive side.

I had him under my control just because I discovered his foot fetish. Poor hubby used to give me massages and stared at my feet for a long time. At first I didn't know what a foot fetish was but Paul would readily agree to buy me high heels and boots whenever we had sex together. It didn't take me long to work out that my feet made him hard and weak at the same time.

I remember my first night of slow seduction with Paul. We had been married a year and I felt I deserved more of his hard earned money. I was getting bored of have high heel's as presents and wanted cash to enjoy myself.

Paul had booked a nice hotel and dinner for me on our anniversary so I made my plans. I booked into the room earlier then Paul to get ready. I chose a short over the knee skirt, black and sexy. I know that my see through top would do the trick for Paul especially as I was blessed with nice 32d breasts. I let my hair fall down my back; a natural blonde and I know that men notice my hair.

My new heels were open toe and had a 4-inch heel, black and sexy. Paul walked into our room and he was restrained as usual but I knew I had him burning with desire.

At the dinner he had arranged I told Paul how much I loved him while I casually rubbed my heels on his legs under the table. Paul was becoming breathless and was visibly watering around the mouth. I had him under my control but he just had to realise it.

I said, "Paul, I know that when I press my heels into your foot or leg you really enjoy it."

He murmured that he was a leg man but I knew that he was trying to hide his weakness. 

I said "Paul, you love my feet, why don't you admit it, you can trust me I am your wife and I want to know your fantasies so I can fulfil them and be a good wife. I see you staring at my feet and I know that you would love to kiss them."

Paul was pretending to look shocked and said he just loved my legs as they were perfect.

" Oh Paul, I must have got you wrong. If you said you would worship my feet I would have done so many things for you. I would get them massaged and then if you begged I would let you kiss them. I think I could make you beg to kiss them. If you think I am on the wrong track just tell me know and I will stop now"

I stared right into his eyes; the first one to break the silence was the loser. 

Paul lowered his head and said in a low voice " I love your feet and would worship them all day long. My dream is to be your slave and submit to you but I need to trust you because I get so weak and want to submit so much I get worried in case you clear me out financially."

"I wouldn't take advantage Paul, I know how far to go and if you were my slave I would take all the stresses out of your life, let me control your life and make decisions for you."

I could see Paul was whimpering and acting like a puppy so while he was in this state I asked him to settle the bill. Upon settling the bill I told Paul to go to the hotel room we had booked and wait for me naked and on his knees.

"Paul, I want you to do this for us. I will promise you that you will never had an intense an experience as I am going to give you. Now be a good slave and wait for me in the room while I finish my drink."

Paul almost run to the elevator. I waited and finished my drink. I also wanted to leave my number for a businessman who made a pass at me when I went to the ladies room earlier. I slipped him my number at the bar and asked him to phone me in a few days.

I entered the room and there was my husband on his knees and naked. I felt such satisfaction because I had been a lowly housewife in his eyes. Paul controlled me with his money and now the tables had turned. I slowly walked behind Paul. I pushed his head down by the back of the neck and then moved in front of him again.

Paul was on his knees staring at my high heels." Now, husband of mine I am in charge. I will become your Mistress and you will address me as Mistress Toni. Do you understand boy"

How he must have wondered how much I knew about domination but I had trawled the Internet for ideas and many came from this site.

" I understand Mistress."

" Now follow me slave."

I walked towards the bed and sat down and motioned Paul to come towards me. Paul was kneeling at my feet with his face just above my shoes.

"Paul, if you want to kiss and lick my heels then you have to beg for the honour."

Paul started begging straightaway. I crossed my leg so the open toes of my right foot were just below his nose.

" Please Mistress let me lick your shoes, I beg you, I will do anything for you."

I didn't want to give in that easily to him, Paul was my slave. The whole basis of this foot worship was to get money out of my husband. I rubbed the tip of my toes and shoe under his nose. Just to tease him I let him suck the tip of my heel for the briefest of moments.

This made him even weaker and in my control. I preferred sex but what was the point when I could get money and control just by using my feet.

"Paul, I think you should be nicer to me not just tonight but every day. I think if you want to lick my heels you should pay. I need new sexy outfits to go out with. I'm only young and I want to go out clubbing more. I could dance all night in my high heels and when I get home you could lick my shoes clean. Would you do that for me? I have so many girlfriends that still go out every week and I miss it."

The state Paul was in I think he would have eaten the sole of my shoe if I asked.

"Yes Mistress, anything I could give you an allowance every week and clean your shoes with my tongue before and after you go out."

I had him, his cock was harder then I had ever seen it. I put one foot under his cock and lifted his head with my other foot." Lick my shoes clean now slave. I want long slow kisses while I film you on my camera phone."

I don't think Paul realised how much I would control him. He was so good at licking my shoes. I made him admit he loved to lick girl's heels and feet. After about ½ an hour on the shoes I made him take them off with his mouth.

" Now Paul you are going to lick the inside of my toes clean and the heel of my foot. I want you tell me how much of a pervert you are. I want you to tell me what a good slave you will be. You will worship me every hour of the day and treat me like a Queen. Talk into my camera phone as you do it."

Silly Paul admitting all his fantasies as I recorded him. When I had recorded him for half an hour on my phone with him telling me he would wash my thongs by hand every day, let me go out when I want and give me money every week. I also filmed him licking in between my toes.

" Paul. I have bought some handcuffs with me and I want to tie you to the bed so I can tease you more."

I had had sex with Paul with him handcuffed before but this was different. After I made sure he was cuffed properly I went to the laptop in the room that I had bought with me. Paul looked up to see what I was doing, still hard and in my control.

"Mistress Toni, what are you doing."? "Slave, I am just downloading my video of you admitting to being a pervert and licking my shoes onto my email account. It's embarrassing for you if it got out onto the Internet where your customers could see it. My face is not in the video. It's safe with me but if you break any of your promises then I'll post it onto the Internet."

I walked over to Paul after I had finished on the laptop. "Let me out of these cuffs you bitch " he retorted.

"Oh Paul," I said as I grabbed his cock in my hand as I sat beside him. It didn't take long for it to go hard again. I smiled to myself, how easy this was. " You know you want to serve me. I know your weakness now and I will keep our secret if you comply." Paul groaned as he came under my control again. " Paul, I think if it is better if you don't cum because you love feeling weak don't you"

"Oh yes Mistress please I'm sorry but let me cum and I am sorry for what I said. Please let me cum."

I knew that once a man cum he changed so I put the next part of my plan into action. I was still fully dressed so I left Paul tied up and went out the room. I returned after a few minutes with ice from the machine on the landing. I put the ice on Paul's cock sand he screamed. I laughed and said " Paul, I am going to put a chastity belt on you. Don't worry about a thing, I ordered one off the Internet and it's in my case. I will put the lock on and then post the key to my mum's house using the mailbox downstairs. You don't want to cum anymore because you love feeling this weak don't you slave."

Paul agreed, I had a video of him and his balls under lock and key. I left him tied up again and went out the room to post the key. When I returned I untied Paul. He had given up the will to fight and kneeled down before me. I had the power in the relationship. He was 37 and a powerful businessman but he answered to me. 

We let him lick me out then as I drifted to sleep I made him hand wash my underwear.

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Foot worship - Start at the Feet

The idea had been with him for several weeks. She'd mentioned once or twice that the thought of having attention paid to her feet was something that turned her on. It was something new to him and he had decided to find out for himself. After a bit of thought and some careful preparation he was ready to try. Friday would be the perfect time. 

She arrived home after a long day at work. Office issues and rush hour traffic had left her tired and a bit irritable. He met her with a hug and kiss, saying he'd erase the cares of the outside world. 

He led her to the bedroom and had her trade work clothes for only a warm, terry cloth robe. He put on some light jazz and had her sit in the small rocker. Telling her to close her eyes and enjoy the music for a moment, he disappeared toward the bathroom. She sat there, enjoying the warmth of the robe and let the music do its work in relaxing her. She wondered what it was he had in mind but trusted her lover enough to know it would be something fun.

He soon returned with two basins of water and a couple big, soft towels. With a smile he placed one basin in front of the rocker and told her to place her feet inside. She did so and felt the warm water cover her feet and ankles. Taking a bar of cherry oatmeal soap, he lathered up one foot, making sure to get between and under the toes, around the heel, and up the back of her leg a bit. He repeated this on the other foot, using slow, deliberate motions giving the impression there was all the time in the world. It would be fine with her if he took that much time. She thought it was a wonderful thing for him to do prior to their customary love- making. 

Next came a through brushing with a soft loofa. He even washed between her toes. She giggled when it tickled a bit but enjoyed the sensation. It had never occurred to her that simply washing could feel so good on the feet. He moved the first basin aside and positioned the second, using the warm water to rinse her clean. Then he carefully dried her feet, the towel embracing her with warmth.

He now took her by the hand and led her to the bed. Gently easing her down, he positioned her so that her feet hung just off the edge. Assuming he would now make love to her, she was surprised when he knelt by the bed and started massaging her feet. His strong hands tenderly rubbed the flesh.... the heel, the sole, the fleshy part of the toes. First one foot, then the other, taking his time and seemingly relishing his task. It felt like a back rub, something that you'd like to have last for hours. 

When he switched to using his mouth she was hit by the realization of his true intentions. He meant to totally pleasure her through her feet and the thought sent a thrill pulsing up and down her body. She realized a casual mention of something she found erotic was turning into reality. That he'd cared enough to do this turned her on even more. 

He kept alternating feet, kissing them as he would her neck or breasts. She took stock of her body, realizing that she had goose bumps and that her nipples had stood up as if trying to see where the stimulus was coming from. Further down, the moistness that had been gathering started to flow as drops of clear nectar oozing from her. 

No one had ever done this for her and she felt oddly virginal, about to enjoy pleasure for the first time. It was uncharted territory and that alone made it more exciting. She gave in to the feelings in both her feet and between her legs.

When he started sucking her toes she knew control would slip away and she willingly bade it farewell. Starting with the little toe, alternating feet with each toe, he sucked each as she would suck his cock. Sometimes he lightly licked or teased, other times he sucked. Reaching the big toe on the second foot he sucked hard, almost as if he thought he could suck the juice from her pussy. Much to her amazement, he did exactly that. The sucking sensation ran straight up her legs and seemed to swirl around her now dripping pussy. When the orgasm hit it took both a bit by surprise. He placed her feet on his chest and held them, in the same way he usually drew her close after making love. A low chuckle escaped his lips. He was very pleased with himself. The slick testimony between her legs said she was as well.

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Foot fetish Stories - Sexually Explicit

I'd been working as a night janitor at an all girl four-year business school. This was a job any footman would love.There were always plenty of pretty feet to see, both with and without shoes. 

I had ample opportunity to stand and stare and drool over them without making my desire for obvious.

I had the run of the school from six PM until the early hours of the morning. I was alone and I carried a beeper. Should any accidental mishaps occur, such as a spill or a leak, my pager would alert me and I'd respond. Usually it was a late night cram session where the girls would be group studying over pizza and cokes and someone would start horsing around and then spill the drinks. No biggie! I'd come around with a mop and my bucket and wipe it up. I am supposed to report horseplay but heck, most of these women are just trying to better themselves and I don't want to get anyone in any trouble with the dean.

One night my beeper went off, I called the number and a woman was crying. She coughed out that she was in the study room in the back of the school and there was an accident and she needed my help to clean up a big mess. Usually only one or two women use that particular study room since it is secluded and often colder with less furniture. I only cleaned back there once or twice a week so it surprised me to hear about any large mess. Also since she sounded so upset I figured I'd hurry on up there to check it out.

When I got to the room I saw here. It was a second year student named Jennifer Dowden. She was 25, had below the shoulder length brown hair, a pretty face with an athletic body. I'd been eyeing her since she started here. She would hardly be without fashionable footwear, which usually matched her outfits. When she stepped out, either for a date or just to go shopping, she was always coordinated from head to toe. I was shocked now to see her crouched up in a ball hugging her knees to her chest crying. She had on a plain white Tee shirt, sweat pants and was bare footed. Her hair was a mess, wet and hanging strewed all over the place. Her makeup was ruined with tears. Visible bruises were on her cheeks. Someone had attacked her.The room was truly a mess. There was half eaten pizza smeared on the walls. Popcorn and potato chips mashed into the floor. Soda had been dumped all over the place, on the desk, tables, and chairs and floor. Then I saw one white tennis shoe, Jennifer's, sticking out of a trash can with pizza stains and soda stains all over it.

I dropped my cleaning things and walked through the mess to stand before the sobbing woman. She was still holding the telephone receiver in her shaking little hands. Reaching out to her I stroked her messy hair and bent and told her, "It's going to be alright lady. What ever happened it's all over now. Don't worry we'll get you all better honey."  Like a child would to her father, Jennifer lifted her arms up and hugged herself close to me, and sobbed into my shoulder. I let her. This was not the time for an investigation. It was a time for comforting someone in distress. I just remained bent over her and allowed her to let it all out as I patted her back gently and whispered, "That's right honey, let it all go, it's going to be ok."

After about fifteen minuets or so, she just sat there quietly holding me and weeping. Then she released me and threw herself back against the couch. She looked around the room and said, "I'm sorry for this mess Mr. James. (My first name is James and since I am much older than the average student, they all have taken to using Mister before it, a form of respect I suppose.) I hushed her and said, "Now don't even worry about this mess Jennifer. I've seen worse and I can handle this. I'm more concerned about you girl. Are you alright honey?" She looked away and said, "I can't talk about it right now Mr. James. It was just so awful. I just want to get to my room and shower and go to sleep, after I help you clean up."  Again I told her not to worry about cleaning. 

Then I joked, trying to ease her distress, "Are you trying to take my job?" She got my attempt at humor and for the first time since I arrived, flashed a half smile. I offered her my hand and she attempted to stand. Her knees were still shaky and she fell back down on the sofa. "I know where your room is Jennifer, here let me help you," I offered. Then I bent and swooped the young girl into my arms and carried her toward the door. She hugged my neck as I carried her out. I only saw the one shoe in the trashcan and I didn't figure she'd want that back. I didn't even ask about the other one.

When we got to her room, I gently sat Jennifer down on her chair at her desk. She lived alone and paid extra for the privacy. Her room fit her usual appearance. It was neat and tidy. Her books were all placed together with her tablets and pens and highlighters. Her bed was made and her open closet revealed an assortment of neatly hung clothing. She thanked me and said, "Mr. James," but I stopped her and said, "Jennifer, just call me James." She smiled up through her tear-streaked eyes and said, "Yes sir," so sweetly it almost melted my heart, then said, "Well ah, James, I have to try to wash off this mess. I feel so violated and dirty right now. But I just wanted to thank you for not laughing at me looking like this and all." She cast her eyes away from me and gazed at the floor. My gaze went there too for a moment. I was seeing her cute size six naked feet, but my heart was not on sex as much as compassion for her when I said, "Jennifer," but she stopped me this time. She said, "James, please call me Jenny, as my friends do." Then she added, "At least those I thought were my friends anyways," as her voice trailed off. 

I back towards the door and said, "Thank you Jenny, it is an honor to be considered your friend. Now honey, you go and clean yourself up now, then try to get some rest. I'll go back and clean the study room and no one will be the wiser come morning." Then I added, "If you ever feel like talking, I've got two pretty big ears." It was good to hear her gently laugh as I left.

It was two days since I'd last seen Jenny. She may have been attending classes during the day, but she was nowhere around at night. I figured she'd been holed up in her dorm room trying to sort out what happened. I was going about my usual duties when my pager went off. I called the number and heard a familiar voice. It was Jenny. "Hello James," she said softly. 

"Well hello Jenny, how have you been, feeling better I hope."

"Well, I have a little I suppose," she says then adds, "I was wondering if those ears of yours would be available for a sob story?"

"Sure are friend," I smiled. "Where are you?"

"I'm in my room. If your not busy I could sure use a friend. I've been here since you left the other night trying to sort things out and I need someone to bounce my thoughts against."

"I'll be right up." We both hung up our phones and I headed for the back stair well.

I knocked on her door and Jenny opened it with a soft smile. She was wearing a long red nightshirt and soft fuzzy house slippers. Her hair was brushed out and looked as pretty as ever, yet she had forsaken her make up. Still she was most beautiful. "Come on in," she said and offered me a seat beside her on her couch.  I sat and watched as she crossed her legs. Beside her was a tray with a teapot and two cups. She asked if I cared to join her in a spot of tea. I accepted. She had this habit of bouncing her leg, which caused her dangling slipper to lightly smack against her heel. It was driving me crazy, yet I tried not to stare, well too much anyway.

"So," I began while sipping my tea, "what great thoughts have you come up with Jenny?"

"Well, I might as well start at the beginning. What I am about to tell you may sound a bit weird," she said. "I hope we can keep this between you and I though James. I've just got to get it off my chest to somebody, and I think I can trust you, at least I hope I can."

I had already decided that whatever what on this young woman's mind would be all right with me. I'd seen her at her worst, and the last thing she needed, or that I wanted to do would be to add to her discomfort. I just smiled politely and said, "You have my complete confidence Jenny, I promise." Jenny sighed and sat back. She cradled her cup in her tiny hands and looked straight ahead at a blank spot on the wall, or through it and began her tale.

"It all started last year when a few of the upperclassmen discovered who I am. My father, Matthew Dowden, is not known by name as much as by what he does for a living. He's an oilman with wells producing great wealth in several states. He divorced my mother when I was young and the two of us lived alone. I had anything daddy's little girl could hope for. A pony, toys, clothes, you name it, and I had it all growing up. He kept trying to make up for divorcing my mother. He gave me everything except his time. He never understood that all I really wanted was to be loved by him. Instead, all I ever got was what ever his secretary would send me, some gift to take his place. When I turned twenty-three I found myself with all the material pleasures yet no meaning of life. I never worked, nor was I allowed to leave home, such as it was. It had become my prison. Sure the maids and butlers were always around to cater to me, but no dad! And when he did come home, for a day or two, there was always some big private meeting he had to attend to that cut into what was supposed to be our time together. 

I'd be all excited, expecting that this time we would actually go out to dinner or a museum together, only to get a fax or an email saying, 'Sorry Jen, something came up at the last minuet.' 

One day shortly after my 23'rd birthday I get this post card from Vienna from him stating, 'Jennifer, Julie and I just got wed yesterday,' who the Hell ever Julie is, and it went on to say, 'your new mom and I are leaving for a world cruise, love dad.'  I was devastated! It took me by complete surprise. All those cancelled times I'd missed were probably due to her! The bitch! She stole my father and he'd stolen my childhood."I could not help but feel sympathy for the girl as she spoke. Her sobs returned like the night I 'd last seen her. I put my cup down and leaned over, pulling her close to me. She again sobbed into my shoulder then softly said, "I'm sorry James, but I can't help it."

"It's alright Jenny. I'd like to say I understand but I surely don't, not fully anyway. I mean I've never had that kind of money, but I can see it sure can't buy happiness little one."

She sniffed gently and said, "It really can't," then continued with her story as the tears streaked her cheeks.

"Anyway, that's when I decided to learn to make a living for myself. So I figured I'd learn how to become a secretary, since that's obviously the type of woman daddy likes. I entered this school and have been here ever since. My dad hasn't contacted me because he has no idea where I am. Oh, believe me, he could have easily found me if he wanted to, or cared to. That's just par for the course of our relationship I guess."

Again Jenny sobbed softly. I held her tight and said, "Honey, you don't have to continue. I hate seeing you so upset."

"No, no," she said, "It's alright I want to tell you James. Maybe it's because you are around the same age as my dad that I feel safe exposing myself with you? Or maybe it's because we are so different…" then she abruptly stopped and looked up at me with apologetic eyes. "I didn't mean because you are black James. I'm not prejudice or anything and I didn't mean any offense."

As I brushed back a few soft strands of hair from her face I smiled at her warmly and said, "None taken Jenny. I assumed we were talking about our vast income differences not race." This seemed to put her back at ease somewhat. She settled back with her head resting on my chest, seemingly enjoying the pampering. I held her and rubbed her shoulder.  After a few moments of comforting her, Jenny continued her plight.

"Anyway, it didn't take long for the other girls to notice that I was not the average poor college student. A few of them began snooping around on the computer and found out who my father was. Then it started. "Jenny could you lend me $20 bucks here, or $50 bucks there?" I became the student pansy and I allowed it since I thought, 'What the Hell, it's only money and each month good old daddy added twice what ever I spend to my bank account anyway?' Besides, I actually thought they were my friends! Ha! Some friends.When I finally got tired of supporting these bitches, they turned on me. That's what happened the other night. These three upperclassmen, Sarah Goldman, Tina Collins and Linda Smallman, well they jumped me. James, they used my deepest secrets to torment and brutalize me the other night into doing the most horrible things. When the finished, they trashed the study room and, well…" her voice trailed off and the tears ran down her face once more.

"There, there honey, it's all over now baby," I said consolingly as possible. She sobbed deeply and I held her tightly as she did. I knew these three bitches. They were the 'queens' of the college, or at least they acted like it. They would constantly make unnecessary messes just to cause me extra work. I'd hear them snicker loudly to each other well within my presence things like, "aw Hell just drop that shit on the floor, our fucking janitor will run and clean it up, after all, it's his damn job we're protecting," then they'd glance my way and laugh. Four years I had to bite my tongue and stare daggers at those three haughty bitches. Many times I was summoned to clean their messes. It wasn't my job but they would always seem to have a plumbing emergency. Like the time that damn Tina stuffed toilet paper in her sink and left the water running causing a flood on purpose. Or the night Linda stuffed stockings into her toilet and continued flushing and flushing piss then paged me. That wasn't so bad, the first time, but she did it twice in one night, just to harass me.

Whenever one of these, or other such mishaps occurred, the three of them were present and I'd hear the same snide remarks and snickers.Oh yes, I knew these sluts, but to keep my job I held my tongue. But this time they went too far! I just had to hear the rest of what they did to this already damaged woman. "Ok then Jenny, let's get the rest of that nasty encounter off your chest. What did these little idiots do to you honey?"

Jenny sighed and began. "Well James, you see, the other day just before classes ended they all came to me and said we should have a study party in the back study room. I usually go there anyway but mostly I'm alone in there. They knew that so I figured what the heck. It sounded like fun for a change. They told me to order some snacks and such, which was no big surprise since I always wound up paying anyway, so I agreed. That night we didn't do much studying though. Instead we started a game of truth or dare. They asked and dared each other childish things. Like once Tina dared Linda to eat half a slice of pizza in one bite, big deal. Then one time Sarah had to stuff a handful of chips in her big mouth and chew them with her mouth opened, wow! Yet each time it was my turn the question was either about how much money I was worth, or why I needed a job, or what was my childhood like.  I didn't like answering them so my dares became nasty. I decided I didn't want to play anymore and was about to leave when that slut Sarah turned to me and said, "You aren't going anywhere bitch. You may be daddy's little princess but to us you're nothing but an ugly little troll and tonight we own you pig."

"I was frightened and tried to stand up when Tina tripped me and knocked me to the floor. They all three pounced on me and mashed pizza all in my face laughing at me. Then Linda punched my in my stomach and I cried for them to stop. They laughed and told me to shut up or they would really hurt me. Suddenly I felt a slap across my mouth, which split my lip. Blood spurted everywhere and I was scared to death. 'Stop crying bitch or it will get worse,' Linda hollered, and I chocked back my fears. Then Tina comes up with the bright idea of forcing me to kiss her feet.

I was not even going to do that but then Sarah laughs and says, 'Yeah let's have the little rich bitch sniff and smell all our stinky fucking feet.' The next thing I know Sarah and Linda are behind me forcing me to my knees before Tina, who was kicking off her disgusting sneakers. I felt one of them grab my hair and yank my head back while Tina lifted her sweaty soles up and yelled, 'Lick my feet bitch.' It was so foul smelling James. I'd never been so tormented as I felt my face shoved into her stinky soles. 

She rubbed her feet all over my face, mashing my lips hard against them, laughing all the time at me. Then Sarah yells, 'my turn now slut.' She threw me against Linda who chocked my throat while Tina and Sarah changed places. They were all working together to humiliate me and I cried and begged for them to stop. It only made them laugh all the more."

"Sarah had Tina and Linda force me on my back as she removed her shoes and rubbed her stinky socks on my face. Her feet were moist and smelled like sour cheese as the stench invaded my nostrils. Each time I tried to turn my head someone would punch my stomach, or slap my thighs hard. When that happened I'd open my mouth to scream in pain and that's when Sarah would stick her nasty tasting stinky socked toes into my mouth. After quite some time I guess Sarah got bored with it and said, 'OK Linda you do the little rich bitch!' Linda got up and said, 'Oh no, she aint sniffing my fucking feet I'm too ticklish, besides I have a better idea for the little pig." Then she snatched my shoes off and said, 'hold the bitch to the floor girls.' The other two held me fast, one at my arms and the other at my ankles as Linda poured soda into my sneaker. Then she grabbed my hair and forced my neck to bend toward her and made me drink from my sweaty shoe. I nearly choked as she poured the foul tasting sweat and soda in my mouth. It spilled out all over my face and hair and down my shirt. The three laughed and then Linda smeared a slice of pizza against my foot and stuffed it into my mouth. 'Chew it up slut, make it all gone,' she chided as if I was a baby in a high chair.They kept this shit up for over an hour until they had enough. Then they trashed the place and said I'd be blamed for the mess if I told anyone about what had happened. They also said they'd do worse to me for snitching. Then they all left and, well, I didn't know what to do so that's when I called you James."

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