Kevin’s laugh echoed in Sophia’s ears as she lay in his sock, firmly pressed by the taut fabric against her gloating boyfriend’s foot. She wasn’t sure how to feel anymore - the experience was so much outside of what she expected that Sophia didn’t know how to react. Part of her hated this, part of her was afraid, and another part was happy that her beloved seemed to enjoy it all. Wasn’t this the goal from the beginning - to make him happy, to let him indulge in his kink?
Was this particular scene part of his kink, though? Sophia briefly wondered if he was aroused right now - and then she felt his foot go down. In a second, she found herself firmly squished against the ground, unable to breathe. Instinctively, she squirmed, but to no avail, as Kevin’s smelly flesh enveloped her, cutting off any opprtunity to move.
This didn’t last for long, nor did it go too far - the man raised his foot again, finally allowing Sophia to inhale a lungful of stale air, which was filled with his musky smell. She heard him talk. Something about how well she fit down there, then - something much more worrisome. Slave? She’d never planned to be his slave!
Although it wasn’t like she could argue with him right now. Besides, he was still her boyfriend, despite the cruel things coming out of his mouth. Maybe, just maybe this is all a game, and he’s genuinely having fun. Kevin has always had a very specific sense of humor.
And even if he’s enjoying humiliating her by keeping her inside of his sock and ordering her around, so what? She wasn’t born yesterday, she was aware that people of many different backgrounds and ages routinely enjoy participating in BDSM-like practices. This may have been a bit unexpected, so what? Can’t she be a nice girlfriend for a bit and let him dominate her? Besides, maybe she can even try to find something enjoyable in this... this isn’t too otherwordly of a thought.
Sophia’s lips parted as she pushed her face into the thich flesh of her boyfriend’s sole and passionately kissed it.
“Again”, she heard him, and kissed once again. The salty taste of his skin found its way into her mouth. It wasn’t pleasant; in combination with the everpresent smell it almost caused her to gag. But she endured. Kevin’s toes flexed, brushing against her head; she felt his sweat wetting her hair.
Then, Kevin leaned forward, and she felt the fabric move - he pulled his sock off. Bright light hit her eyes as she fell off onto the floor. Kevin was in front of her - overwhelmingly massive, a powerful titan; his feet were on either side of her while he was looking down from above, smiling.
“On your knees, Sophia”, he commanded, and Sophia scrambled to her knees, slightly hurt by the way he addressed her. “Those kisses felt good. Tell me, Sophia, is this why you shrunk yourself? To be my slave?”
As she stared up in her boyfriend’s beatiful place, Sophia found it hard to decide on the answer. Will he be angry if she says no?
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