This choice: Drop to the floor, worshipping his beautiful feet. • Go Back...Chapter #7Drop to the floor, worshipping his beautiful feet. by: Unknown ..you drop to the ground, immediately dragging your tongue across the tops of his feet,
“Haha, that tickles!” he giggles, shuffling back and forth. Instead of getting even remotely annoyed by this, you take the opportunity to lick his feet even faster, bringing more of the salty-sweet taste into your mouth.
“I’ve gotta sit down.” Nate explains, walking around you and over to the bed, taking a seat, all with you following him like a lost puppy on the ground the whole time.
As soon as he sits down, Nate lifts his feet up and presses them onto your face, laughing. “You mind getting the bottoms while you’re at it?” He asks, giggling lightly.
You nod, and start licking away at his feet, the caked-on dirt coming off and into your mouth as you do. He clearly hasn’t washed his feet in a while.
As you keep going, Nate moves around slightly, sometimes, stifling a laugh.
Then, as you’re licking between his toes, he grabs your tongue with two of his toes. You try to move but he’s got an iron grip, with no signs of letting go…
“Hey, you really like my feet, right?” he asks.
“Ah-heh.” you reply as best as possible, unable to move your tongue or lips.
“Well, I’ve got an idea.” he explains, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Before you can try to ask what it is, he uses his other foot to flip you over and onto your back. He finally lets go of your tongue, but the freedom is short lived as he takes both his feet and presses them down onto your face. “If you really like my feet, suck my toes if you want to be my footslave for the rest of your life.” He explains.
Before you can answer, he takes his feet and practically pries your mouth open this time, sticking his toes in your mouth. You gag slightly at how far he pushes them in, and he grins. “I felt a suck! That means yes!” he cheers.
He takes his feet out of your mouth and wipes them off on your face, covering it in your own spit.
“So… I was going to use these on Hilbert, but I think you’ll be a better slave for me.” he explains, digging through the bedside table.
Before you can get up to see what it is he’s grabbing, he clicks a pair of handcuffs on your arm, attaching the other end to the leg of the bed.
He gets away from the bed, and walks out of the room, barefoot.
You’re left alone for a while until he returns, with some food in his hands.
“I got something for us!” Nate explains with a grin. He sits down on the bed again, placing the bag of food on the bed next to him. “Would you like something, or are you fine with the new dirt on my feet?” he asks, showing off his once-again filthy feet.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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