Carl was a Freshman in College. It was the first time out on his own, and when he arrived the first thing he noticed was all the amazing attractive women there! Unlike high school there was not a dress code either, so he was seeing super short skirts, bare midriffs, and plunging necklines. Carl was a pretty shy guy he rarely got out much and did not have any friends in this new town. So he did quite a bit of studying and did very well in school. In one of his math courses he truly did have to study, because there was a number of incredibly hot women there, and he could barely pay attention. One of the girls he loved to watch was Jasmine. She was oriental, 5 foot 1, maybe 110 pounds, and her breasts always seemed just about to burst from her tight shirts she wore. She often wore jeans and flip flops, which she often dangled while taking notes. Carl watched her a lot, especially those beautiful feet. She was friendly and laughed a lot and even said hi to him once! Carl had furiously blushed and mumbled something incoherent back.
Jasmine sat right in front of him with her two friends. To the left of her sat a real snobby bitch named Bianca. She was a little taller and much thinner, Carl thought she might be border line anorexic. Bianca was always complaining about something to Jasmine, Carl overheard their conversations very often, he was fascinated by them. She always wore red polish on her fingernails and toes. Carl didn't like her attitude but he sure did love her red toenail polish! Jasmine’s other friend was Sara and she was at least 5 foot 10. She was actually on the heavy side, probably 165 pounds, she had long blond hair and the biggest set of breasts Carl had ever seen. She wore shirts with plunging necklines and from his vantage point a row behind he got a perfect view of the cleavage. Carl's only regret is that she rarely wore flip flops.
He spent most of class staring at them and fantasizing about them. One day out of the blue Bianca’s pencil broke. “Shit, stupid pencil, Jas, do you have another one?” Jasmine shook her head no. Bianca turned around and looked at Carl and said, “I need a pencil.” Carl was stunned for a second, she had not even asked for a pencil just demanded one, meekly he handed her the one he had. She just yanked it away and didn’t say a word of thanks. Jasmine laughed quietly and said, “Bianca you are so mean, it wouldn’t hurt to be nice.” Bianca snorted and replied, “Whatever, I got what I need and the loser was probably happy to actually be spoken to.” Carl’s face turned beet red, Sara turned around and laughed and gestures behind her to her friends. “Look!” Bianca and Jasmine turned around and while Jasmine looked on with sympathy, Bianca just sneered.
Jasmine slapped Bianca on the arm softly, “See what you did, he’s embarrassed.” Bianca simply said, “So?”
“That’s sooo mean,” Jasmine replied again. Bianca getting a little annoyed said, “So what? He is a loser dweeb who has been probably staring at us for the past month and jacking off his tiny cock as soon as he gets home thinking about us.” Bianca had said that a little too loud and the other students around had heard and roared with laughter at poor Carl. The professor cleared her throat and said, “Keep it down, I do not want my class disrupted.” The laughter died down but a few people kept snickering. Carl thought he was going to die, the humiliation and shame was worse then he had ever felt before.
After class Carl left and was going to head home and just skip the rest of the day. Before he could Jasmine approached him and said, “I am so sorry for what my friend did, that was really wrong.” Carl look at this incredibly hot woman, just inches from him, her pert breast were right there, his hand shook a little bit as he tried to clear his throat to speak. But he got lost looking down at her feet, he couldn't even think of a response when those 10 lovely toes were down there staring up at him!
While he was still trying to formulate his response, Bianca came up to them. “What are you doing Jas, don’t give this loser the time of day!” Jasmine turned and said, “You hurt him back there, everyone was laughing at him, no one deserves that!” Bianca shook her head, “He does, he’s a pathetic worm, look he won’t even defend himself.”
At that point Bianca slapped Carl hard in the face. Carl’s face stung, who would have thought such a small hand could hurt so much. Bianca continued, “Look he just stands there, put your hands down I want to slap you again.” Carl hated what she was doing to him, there were people watching, but he couldn’t say no to her. She was so dominant and in control, he felt compelled to obey her. Bianca back handed him hard and then slapped him twice alternating hands. “See? Pathetic.”
Jasmine was shocked that Carl was letting her friend do this, she was a nice person she didn’t like anyone to suffer… But it was turning her on. Here was a guy, weighing almost twice as much as Bianca and stood half a foot taller just being pummeled by her. She struggled with herself, she was nice, but… The side that wanted control, the sadistic side, the side that wished to dominate and abuse won out. A sadistic smile spread across her face. She said, “I want to try that.”
Bianca smiled, happy to have her friend come around to her type of thinking. Carl was standing there red faced doing nothing, unable to move, he watched the silver charm bracelet Jasmine wore flash as she slapped him. Jasmine giggled and slapped him again, the fool was just letting her hit him. A wave of pleasure and power flowed through her as she started switching hands slapping him and laughing. Carl raised his hands to protect himself, his face was hurting quite a bit from the stinging slaps. Around this time everyone had cleared the halls and had gone on to class or left the building.
Bianca saw Carl raise his hands and she grabbed his hand and said in a low harsh voice, “Put your fucking hands down shit head.” Carl couldn’t help but obey her, she was so confident and sure of herself. Jasmine continued the barrage of increasingly harder and harder slaps. Jasmine was panting hard, her palms stinging from the contact with Carl’s face. “Oh my God Bianca, what a rush,” she said. Bianca smiled, “It totally is, I love putting losers in their place.” Bianca continued, “What I really love is making these worms kiss my feet.” Jasmine looked down at her feet in her pink flip flops, her feet? Jasmine looked at her friend questioningly. Bianca said, “Hell yes, the feet are the lowest part of your body, he has to crawl or wriggle like a worm, when you can make a guy kiss your feet, you know you can make him do anything.
Carl perked up a little bit. He wanted to kiss those lovely feet but... in public? He wasn't sure about that.
Jasmine said, “All right you heard her loser, kiss my feet.” She giggled as she said the word feet. Carl gave in to his desire and sank to his knees. He kissed her feet several times. He was on cloud 9 despite the complete embarrassment. He looked up to see if Jasmine had liked the kisses.
“No one said you were finished idiot,” Bianca said to him. So Carl continued to kiss Jasmine’s feet. Jasmine did feel another rush of power, here he was a guy who should easily be able to escape or hurt both of them, lying down on the ground kissing her feet. The feeling was amazing. Jasmine spoke to her friend, “Bianca how long have you had guys do this?” Bianca laughed and said, “Oh quite some time, when I decide to dump someone, I first have them kiss my feet and video tape it, then I dump them!” The old Jasmine would have been horrified by that, but the new Jasmine simply laughed.
Bianca said, “You would be surprised how much a worm like this will do. Remember those boots you got all muddy a few weeks ago when it rained that are still in your closet? I bet we can make this wimp lick them clean.” Jasmine giggled, “No way!” Bianca laughed, “You have so much to learn.” She turned back to Carl who was still kissing her friends feet from the ground. “Hey worm, your coming to room 321A at 6:00PM tonight, you are going to clean Jas’s dirty boots and do whatever the hell we tell you, got it?” Carl looked up his face red from humiliation he could only nod his head. Bianca that spat in his face and again said, “Pathetic.” Carl's head hung in shame. He really didn't want to clean muddy boots. Feet were hot, amazing and wonderful but muddy boots? No one could like that.
She and Jasmine went to their next class, the last thing Carl heard Jasmine say before she went, “Hey should we invite Sara?”
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