She comes back into your limited field of vision, obviously disappointed, and comes crashing on the couch with mail in hand, landing so hard it takes the air out of your chest. She flips through it really quick, tosses it aside, leans down and rips the tape off your mouth. While spitting the putrid sock out, you can feel her feet creeping towards your face again. Wanting to stall, you quickly open your mouth to speak, but she beats you it.
"Nicky, it's just not fair. I mean we both know we're both happy here, and I was hoping to spice life up a little bit, but no dice. Oh well, we're just going to have to entertain ourselves huh?" She lifts her foot up above your face and starts descending it to where her toes will pinch your nose. This is the first time you've actually had a good look at them, they're obviously quite dirty, she hasn't showered in a while so they're nearing being black, but you can still make out her bright yellow calluses and red outlines where her shoes have chafed the outsides. The amount of wrinkles and little bumps that encompass her foot resemble that of a battlefield/maze hybrid. They smell faintly of the hardwood that covers the floors in her house, but they're overpowered by sweat and dirt. You start to wonder if she even puts on shoes to go outside with the amount of dirt that encrusts her soles, but you quickly spit out something to stop the descent.
"Wait wait wait. Ms Nolan, surely I could help you if you just let me use my hands. I'd love to massage those dogs of yours." You choked a little on those last words but you're begging for your life here. "Please I could do so much more of you let me up. Let me get closer to you."
She laughs, crushing your dreams. "Oh Nick, don't be so formal, I'm Angela. And you'll be let out in due time, I just have to make sure you're completely sure in servicing me you adorable little you." She punctuates herself by tapping your nose with her big toe every time she says a different word. You open your mouth again to make another case, but she takes that as an invitation to plunge her foot into your mouth, her other gently pinching your nose, restricting your airflow just enough to make you very aware of your situation and obeying like a good boy. The taste is much more than that of her sock, and you start gagging, resulting in some laughter that resembles a schoolgirl. You sit there, writhing and choking, and she sits there on her ass, laughing at tickling the back of your throat with her toes, and tops it's all off by completely pinching off your nose so that you can't breath. When she does release you from foot torment, does she eventually go back her mind now churning with ideas other than feet? | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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