“Yes Shelly, of course my goddess!” You reply, effusively seeking to keep her happy, lest she find some other way to chastise your exhausted member. You take up the towel as she leaves the room and crawl back to the bathroom to quickly stand and fold and hang her towel. You return to your knees immediately, crawling to the bed and waiting at its side.
Shelly lays atop the bedding, reclined and relaxed as instrumental lofi music she put on quietly fills the dead air of the room. As you approach, she points to the spot on the bed at her feet, and you climb up. She instructs, “Every night you will massage moisturizer into my feet and legs. It is important to keep them soft and silky and it’s about time that I have somebody else to do it for me.” She tosses a bottle of moisturizing lotion near you, and you gasp a bit when you see the brand.
This is the same product that you have used to lubricate your masturbation in the privacy of your bedroom for years. Your heart starts to pound as you realize your erotic senses are already hardwired to associate the scent and slippery feeling of this particular moisturizer with pleasure and arousal. Your hand is shaking as you reach for the bottle and dispense a big white glob from its pump. Your cock starts to harden as soon as the lotion hits your hand and its smell hits your nose.
You are frozen for a moment, every instinct begging you to start stroking yourself despite your clear and present commands from Shelly. She notices your hesitation and glares at you, asking “Is there a problem?” Her toes bob back and forth expectantly, waiting. You can’t control your pounding heart, but you try to refocus and obey your girlfriend turned goddess.
“Sorry, the lotion just… reminded me of something.” You say, shaking your head.
“Well in a few weeks time it will remind you of my feet, I assure you that! Now get to work!” She exclaimed, scoffing at you and rolling her eyes. You shake your head one last time, trying to ignore your needy cock and focus on the task at hand. You rub the moisturizer together between your palms and reach first for her left foot.
You grip it on both sides, rotating your hands to smear the lotion across both her sole and the top of her foot. One hand then dips down to coat her heel in the cream while the other reaches up to spread it across and between her toes. Once it is spread to all areas, your hands start with the big toe and intently rub each one in a row, squeezing and massaging the top, bottom, and space in-between each toe.
Shelly coos and sighs a bit as your fingers work over her sensitive digits. The distinct scent and familiar slippery sensation between your fingers is turning you on in ways Shelly couldn’t have predicted and may not even be able to really grasp. But you know it, and your cock is screaming for any kind of a touch. You know you can’t do that now though, so you continue your work.
Your thumbs begin to knead up and down her soles, sometimes in a coordinated motion and sometimes opposing one another up and down. You can feel that Shelly carries some stress here in her arches, and you do your best to rub out any knot or muscle tension you can feel. As you do, she lets out a long, loud sigh. “Why didn’t you do this for me when we were just dating normally?” She asks, taking you by surprise.
“Uhh…” you hesitate, thinking about how quickly everything had changed. “I was afraid to tell you I liked feet, I was selfish and didn’t care enough to pamper you, I was terrified of your mom or sister finding us doing anything intimate.” Your depressing revelations turn her face softer and more vulnerable than you have seen her since Ms. Powers became involved in your lives.
“Oh Johnny… why were you afraid to let me know about your foot fetish? Don’t you see how much better of a life this is for you?”
“Well.. Now I do. But it wasn’t easy. I was worried you would think I was a freak and leave me. I was terrified that you would tell people and I would be made a laughingstock.”
“Well we see how things actually turned out now, don’t we? I didn’t reject you, I bound you closer to me than you could have even imagined. And sure, my friends and family know, but all that really means is that you have a chance for them to use their feet on you too! How could you possibly have thought anything could be better than this? Now switch feet.” She lectured, her voice going sharp with the last command.
You got another glob of the moisturizer to begin repeating the massage process on her right foot. As you began to rub it in, you considered all this, thinking she must be right and that there could not have been another outcome where your most primal desires were met so intensely and so frequently. It may mean giving up on any notions you had about your future or aspirations, but what does any of that even mean when compared to the chance to worship this perfect domme with your entire being? What could possibly give you a higher purpose than serving this one other person in any whim that they had? Obviously there are still many unanswered questions, but you are starting to accept your life as Shelly’s property.
“Focus on that heel, it was hurting earlier today.” Her words suddenly pull you out of your contemplation and back to the reality of the feet in your hands. As you reposition yourself to be able to drive both thumbs into her heel, your raging hard-on moves from hidden into Shelly’s full view. Her eyes bulge for a moment before she giggles and smiles, saying, “Wow you better not be enjoying this more than me!”
“I’m sorry goddess, I can’t control how my body reacts to you. The lotion is just very… sensual to me.” You say as you use all of your strength to knead at her lovely round heel.
“Well I suppose it won’t be any trouble at all for this to be a part of your daily routine then, will it? Especially if I…” She reaches her idle foot forward and gently grazes the very tips of each toe across your frenulum, making your whole pelvis shake in reaction. As she goes back for another soft touch, you can’t help but gasp and begin to pant. When her toes grace your glans for a third time, your hands reflexively squeeze hard around her heel and ankle that are in your grip.
“Hey!” She shouts, immediately retracting the teasing toes. “If I’m being kind enough to pleasure you, the least you can do is ensure your task isn’t interrupted! Now get more of that lotion and start on my legs!”
You try to control your breathing and your heart rate again. You feel very lucky that you didn’t automatically submit to her feet and cum without permission. Hopefully over time this process won’t turn you on so much as it will feel normal happening every day. Though on the other hand, now that her feet are involved, it may only reinforce your infatuation with the lotion scent and give you an even stronger reaction! You shake this thought from your head and reach to get an even bigger glob of lotion, needing now to cover much more skin. You rub it between both hands and start to apply it, massaging up both legs starting from her strong, sexy calves. Her skin is already soft and smooth, your hands feel great gliding across it. You use the same massage techniques as on her feet, though now with bigger circles and longer strokes.
Your brain is absolutely on the fritz. It feels your hand doing something similar to jacking off but your cock doesn’t get one bit of stimulation, despite throbbing and begging for it in a truly Pavlovian response to the lotion and everything happening right now. You can’t remember being this hard, maybe ever.
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