Flore is staring at you with a devious smile. Her eyes are pointing to below.
You are looking down, she's wearing white socks and sneakers. These don't look odd but the yellow color covering them gave you a bad feeling. "-What do you think about my shoes?" she asks.
"-Well... your shoes are... nice but... looks old."
"-They need some cleaning? Well, let's do this..." The evil girl sits down on a nearby chair and is putting the tip of her shoe to your direction. You are a bit confused, but seem to understand the request, but you are not sure about the method. At the moment she see you moving away from her position, she interrupts you. "Could I know where are you going?"
"-Lady, I'm sorry, but I'm just going to fetch a bucket and a sponge to fulfill this task... you... you want me to clean them, right?"
Flora is laughing.
"Why? What I've said?"
"-Who needs tools and water... when he got a tongue? On your knees slut!"
You placed yourself as she asked, your lips against her shoe, closing your eyes and starting licking. Shoes were not fitting with your fetish... as socks... and unwashed... actually, you are more in fond of clean beautiful feet... and such uncomfortable situation was about to makes you wondering if she will not try anything to makes you ironical suffering from what you used to love the most...
You covers your tongue with the dust from the sneakers, creating a nasty paste into your mouth... tasting more to something that could compare with sulfur of something like that. And at the moment you tried to spit the thing out, she put her foot on your mouth.
"Swallow!" A thing you do but with pain. And you've got to repeat the process with the other...
A couple of time later, after this last thing done, Flora pushes your chin to direct your eyes to hers.
"Tell me, how did you lived this experiment? Ô women's feet lover?"
"-Shoes was not what I meant by feet..."
"-Really... you think?" She do a few soft kicks on your checks with her foot "If you didn't enjoyed it, I fear you're not ready for the next... but whatever... ten minutes past, you still got a long time to spend with me!"
She presents you her feet laying on the floor.
"Now, untie my laces, hands not allowed." She stares at you, enjoying to see you wondering how to solve this puzzle without the help of your hands. After a few minutes, seeing how clueless you are, she says "Hint!" and shows you her teeth.
How humiliating was the situation, untying someones shoes with your jaws... Even worse, the laces were certainly as dirty as the leather of the sneakers before your work... and at the moment you untied the last shoe, the nightmare was about to begin.
You found out a pair of dirty socks, so old and nasty that the sole part of if was dark brown and several holes were showing the red skinned foot of the lady.
"Great, and now, before starting your worship, let's remove these socks..." she pushes one of her socked feet against your mouth... "Grab the fabric with your teeth and lips."
The smell is rancid and hard to stand but you have to do it... stuffing the tip of the foot on your mouth first, feeling the awful taste of the sock on your tongue but no luck in your first attempt, it wasn't deep enough. You tries again while the demoness is giggling at you. Trying to be fast and to pull the socket... at the end, you succeed and spit out the sock. But at the moment you face again the foot now free from the sock, you can see a sweaty foot covered with grim on the sole. The foot was indeed very beautiful but the stench and dirt on it were so much present that you could not tell if you are excited by them or repulsed.
But whatever your answer could be, Flora shows you the bottom of the foot.
"Lovely, isn't it? Tell me it's lovely!"
"-It's a lovely foot..." you answer.
"-Really?" she says with a skeptical ton.
"-Yes...?"
"-If it is true, the gesture is missing..."
You move forward the foot and grab it on your hand. The smell is unbearable...hopefully it won't be like that everyday...
You give a short kiss on the top of the foot, but her reaction shows you that it wasn't enough. So you do a great effort and kiss the other side with the hope to don't cover your mouth with the grim of her sole. But it was still not something to please her.
"You are not a great lover, don't you?" She says disappointed. "People hug and kiss what's lovely... for minutes or for hours! They tell them sweet words, how they are beautiful, etc. Tell me, how they are beautiful, how loyal you'll be to them... how you'll love to serve them..."
As a small tear is leaking from your eye with all this stench, you force yourself to obey.
"-You are so beautiful" you says, following the word with a long kiss on the bottom of her foot like if it was a person.
"I wan't to be with you... as long as... possible..."
Saying these words was the hardest thing to do. It was a chance her feet were perfect in matter of visual, but asking to be in contact with smelly flesh was less amusing especialy with a demoness using contracts to trap people like you...who knows what she could do with such words? Using them against you like it was your own word instead of a speech she forced you to say...
But it's the deal you did and you had to hug the foot, rubbing it on your face and feeling the sweat sticking to your flesh.
"-That's better! Now, I want you to sniff it!"
Still on your knees you had no other choice. You presses immediately your nose on her foot. Quicker it will be done, quicker you'll get rid of it, it was your thought... not her.
"Haha, sounds like you are starting to love them as I can see... Well, let's try something.... funny! Breath out all the air you've got in your lungs. Come on! Go ahead!"
Unaware about why she asked you such a thing, you do it. Getting rid of all the air you got, and at the moment your corpse got purged from all it air, Flora's toes grabs your nose, preventing you to breath in. You are choking, out of air, suffering form an incoming asphyxia while your nose is slowly getting covered by toejam and sweat... then at the very last second, she releases your nose so, mechanically, your lungs breath in a very large amount of air... contaminated by the horrible scent of her toes.
You fall against the floor, face on ground, coughing.
Flora looks at you with a satisfied face. Resting the foot you just smelled on your head.
"I guess I am going to enjoy the stay with you as a slave...You did a good job with my right foot... but it's not over..."
Her left foot comes under your eyes. "Do it again, please. Remove my second sock, my feet are aching so much... Maybe after we'll try something else..."
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