She picks up one of her shoes and begins to inspect it. "I see plenty of dirt along the side here," she said pointing. "You are a bad footboy and need to be punished." She starts drawing circles on your face with her socked foot. Suddenly, she stops on your lower jaw and presses down, forcing it open. "Take off my sock... with your teeth." Before you can object, she shoves half her foot down your throat. You stifle a gag, nodding your head at her command. You bite down on her sock as she withdraws her foot from your mouth. After you repeated the process for the other, she rests her bare feet on your face. "Kiss my soles." "No way." "Suit yourself" she sighed and stepped on your Adam's apple, cutting your wind. "Kiss my soles." You start by planting kisses on her heel. "I can't hear you, lover. Kiss louder." Loud smacking sounds emerge from the floor and the pressure is removed from your windpipe. As you Kiss her heels, you can see her looking down at you, a wicked grin on her face. "That's right, footboy. Look at your mistress when kissing my feet. Open your mouth. It is time for you to lick my toes. In between all ten. When you are done, there better not be any dirt. Now start." She stood up and pointed her toes inches over your mouth. You could see the blue nail polish, chipped in some places, smeared with what can only be dirt causing darker smudges. "Start with the big toe." She curled the other four toes and slipped her big toe in your mouth. This is disgusting you remember thinking. How the hell did I get here. You began sucking on that big toe like a lollipop. She sat back down and examined her now clean toe. "Excellent job, slave" as she stuck the other four toes in. "Move your tongue all around. Swirl it. Get right in between my toes." You work on that foot for about 15 minutes. You start on the other foot while she resrs her now clean foot on your neck. She giggles as she throws her head back, clearly enjoying having you indulge her whims. "Just think. We get to do this everyday until I am tired of you." You roll your eyes as you continue licking. "Stop, footboy," she commands as she extracts her foot. "Stick out your tongue. I want to see your progress. You can feel little bits of dirt and sock lint in your mouth as you comply. She laughs as she notes the now darkened pallor of you tongue. " Look at your black tongue. You are so pathetic. Back to work." After another 20 minutes of cleaning her toes, she suddenly rose and said "I want to play a game." She withdrew her foot and stood over you while you caught your breath, tasting the salty mixture of dirt and lint now making its way down your throat. "The game is called how much of my size 7 feet can you swallow?" She jams what seems to be her whole foot down to your throat. Again, the urge to gag is strong but you cannot. She is almost laughing hysterically as she leans on the couch for support. She starts ramming her foot in and out of your mouth. After another half hour, working both feet. She looks down on you, grabs the remote control to flip on a program. She then sits on the couch reclining with her footstool curled up under her now clean feet on the ground. "I am going to watch TV while I think of how you can please me." Does she
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.19 seconds at 1:36am on Apr 21, 2025 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author