Kayla's Foot Diary #3 - Entries 16 to 20

Previously: Foot Diary #2 - Breaking Ross Down. Cousins' Visit. Ross Dodges. Charlotte Annoyed. Foot Kiss.  


Entry 16: 15th July 2003

Dear Diary,

My stepbrother is so pathetic! I nearly, nearly feel sorry for him. To think, it's been approximately three weeks since I first noticed he liked my feet. And he is now my pet, my gopher boy. My slave....!

Since yesterday, he's been totally submissive to me. There's been no ounce of fight in him, it's like he's accepted that he simply can't resist my feet. I mean, they are cute and softer than ever (thanks to his foot massages and other...things - I'll come to that, don't worry!).

After the foot massage (and kiss on each of my soles - ha!) yesterday, I didn't see him for a while. Maybe he was wanking over the thought of my feet (gross, yet hilarious at the same time!) but he didn't leave the house. At some point in the evening, Mum and Ian had gone out for dinner, so I was lazing around, just watching TV and messaging Jenny when he just appeared. Standing in front of me, he cleared his throat staring down at my feet, avoiding eye contact, awkwardly asking me if he could rub my feet, looking rather sheepish.

I couldn't help but let out a small giggle. "Back already? Wow, it's only been a few hours? Miss them that much?" I pulled a puppy dog face at him as I wiggled my toes.

"Err, yeah..." He said weakly, dropping to his knees, which made me giggle some more. "So, can I... please?"

I grinned at him, crossing my arms and dangling one leg over the other, swaying my foot. "Why should I, loser?"

He ignored the barb, or accepted it, with a mere grunt. What he next said was music to my ears - he actually offered to do my chores...!

Yep, you read that right! I told him patronisingly what a clever little foot pet he was, managing not to laugh in his face, though I wanted to! As I assented, he eagerly reached forward with his hands but I firmly tapped him in the chest with one sole, holding him still. No. He wasn't allowed to massage them until he had done my chores - that meant unloading the dishwasher, putting the new lot in and taking the rubbish out. As I flicked my hand at him to send him away, he looked irritated for a moment, but sucked it up, accepting that this was a new low that he simply had to sink to. HA! Enjoying some more time sprawled out on the sofa, I messaged Jenny the updates with Ross - what had happened yesterday and so far this evening. She still seemed doubtful - so the next part was obvious - she could come over and see for herself!

When Ross returned with the chores completed, he meekly dropped down in the same position and made the same request as before. Of course, I made him beg. It was like music to my ears, hearing him prostrate himself and unabashedly beg me for my feet. Finally, I let him give me the massage, which was admittedly relaxing, but it didn't have the same level as excitement as the last times when there was clear conflict on his face. After a few minutes or so, I decided to up the ante.

"That's all you can have for tonight, loser," I told him with a yawn.

He let out a small moan. That's right, my so-called tough guy stepbrother actually made such a noise, to be parted with my feet. Even after I called him a 'loser' - a word that he'd used on me so many times before, and now that he was accepting from me. I even let a giggle escape my lips at how pathetic he was. Brilliant!

"But you can be my foot rest if you want?" I offered him, my nose crinkling with amusement. "You can get onto all fours so I can rest my feet on you."

He paused, mulling this over. His response? To ask me what he would get out of it! To that, I frowned at him - the fact he would get to please me was enough for him. He couldn't argue with that, so in just a few seconds, his back was at a right angle to me - the perfect surface for me to rest my feet on!

"Ahhh," I sighed happily. "Remember when your cousins made me do this once - they overpowered me then so I didn't have a choice. Well, you do have a choice and this is just perfect! You're choosing to be my foot rest! And you're definitely pleasing me, Ross. Keep it up and I might give you a reward...."

He made a non-committal noise, but I knew he'd be getting hard just thinking about what I had in store for him with my feet. The freak!

"When can those nasty little brats come over next, by the way? Bet they'd love to see their alpha cousin, being my willing foot rest..."

Ross informed me that they're currently in Ibiza (of course they are - no doubt partying it up) for the next few weeks. As he told me this, his voice quavered. It was funny hearing that - compared to how confident and gloating he'd been in the past. That wasn't good news about The Cousins though, and I digged my heels a little against his back, making my feelings clear. After I'd stood up to them before when they last came over, without Ross there, I was relishing them seeing my stepbrother be meek and humble to me... I had even considered torturing him by encouraging them to get a foot rub from him...

Anyway, I milked the time with Ross as my foot rest, texting Ben while I did so. I'd forgotten to mention that he's pushing me for another date. I'm not fussed but quite enjoy teasing him and building his expectations. Does that make me a bitch? He screwed me over before, so no it does not!

Finally, after a good half hour or so, I let Ross drop onto his back, which was the most submissive position I'd seen him so far.

"As you were such a good foot rest, you can kiss each of my toes.... Do it gently!" I lowered one foot down so that my sole was positioned right over his face. It felt great.... like I was squashing a bug or posing over a defeated foe. Ross merely moaned softly again, kissing each toe, a little too eagerly as he was done quickly. I swapped my feet over so he could kiss the next five toes. Telling him he was a 'Good boy', I then rested my foot directly on his face for a few seconds, while he lay in submission to me, breathing in my foot scent.

Annoyingly at that time, Jenny messaged to say she couldn't come over. But I will make it happen... she has to see this for herself!

I shooed my pathetic stepbrother away so he could get his chores done (yes he'd done mine but not his yet!) before Mum and Ian got back. I'm now writing this in bed, loving the fact that I've dominated him so much. And it's just going to keep getting better, I know it!

Love,
Kayla

Entry 17: 17th July 2003

Dear Diary,

The past couple of days have been a bit of a blur to be honest. Gone has my determination to taunt, tease my stepbrother and get him on his own. It's all just kind of happened naturally, in the best way!

Yesterday, while I was sunning myself, Ross without any instruction dropped to his knees and asked extremely politely if he could give me a foot massage. Of course, it would have been too easy to just say 'Yes', so I decided to get another perk. After he'd done such a good job at my chores yesterday, he'd be doing ALL my chores from now on. Well, for the rest of the entire summer holidays - another couple of months.

He squirmed a little at this but soon agreed once I threw in the added bonus of him being allowed to kiss each of my feet, three times each! I enjoy watching Ross kiss my feet - what makes me chuckle is the thought of him making out with Charlotte, with the taste of my bare fee and toes on his lips, HA! My stepbrother is such a foot bitch. My messaging with Ben (yeah, that guy hasn't given up yet!) has moved on from small talk to flirting. He was a bit awkward at first - he still remembers me as that shy, introverted girl. Not one who is more secure and confident. Ha, it's quite funny - I'm practically making him beg before meeting up with him again, which I may not bother with anyway. Making guys beg is proving to be pretty fun! I'm actually running out of my text allowance for the month and may even need to top up at some point!

The massage and foot kisses in our garden weren't enough for Ross. Nope, he even crawled into my room this afternoon (I never bother locking it, unlike him!) and begged for more. Man this was just so easy! I couldn't help but laugh as I saw him appear at my door, a look of resignation yet lust on his face. Making him crawl over to my feet, which were hanging casually off the end of the bed just seemed to be the natural thing to order him, and he did it in an instant. While he rubbed away with his thumbs, I messaged Jenny some more, arranging for her to come over tomorrow (as in this, today) evening.

I genuinely lost time of how long Ross was rubbing my feet for; it could have been a good hour or so, as I had switched from messaging Jenny to reading a new book. Yawning a little, I crossed my feet at then ankles so Ross was forced to stop for a moment.

"You know you're my foot slave, don't you, loser?" I told him, biting my lip to avoid laughing at him. "Say it."

Ross took a breath. before squirming out of it, not willing to debase himself that fully. He started to tense again but did not go storming off like he did around a week ago. That's real progress, right there!

I raised an eyebrow. "Just drop the tough guy act already. You have a foot fetish and you're my foot slave. For as long as we live in the same house, I'm the boss. I call the shots. You do what I tell you - and in return, you get to rub my feet, kiss them.... maybe even more..."

Swallowing thickly, his conflicted look turned to one of acceptance. "You're right..." He said weakly. "I am your... foot... slave....They're..." He babbled incoherently a little more, struggling to get his words out properly.

"Hmmm, perfect, delicious, exquisite? Delectable?" I giggled. "Oh, you are such good slave. To think, you used to bully me, to embarrass me. Wow, the tables really have turned, haven't they, loser? You're not really an alpha male at all, are you?"

I explained to him, in no uncertain terms, that it'd been an act to protect himself, to convince himself that he could be 'normal'. He'd been calling me a nerd, geek, loser for years... well at least I wasn't trying to be something I wasn't, unlike a foot slave like him! I even told him that he was lucky it was ME who found this out about him - imagine if it had been Gabrielle or Sophia - the stuff they'd be making him do! He went a bright crimson at this, especially when I mentioned that he'd probably enjoy that!

Ross actually looked cowed, defeated. He merely grunted at this, knowing he was overawed; the truth certainly hurt!

"Now, just keep being a good little foot pet and you can enjoy yourself around my feet," I told him firmly. For a moment his eyes widened and he looked awkwardly down to his pants (another hard-on of course...). "Ew!" I laughed. "No, slave. You are NOT going to touch your little friend down there when you're around me. That's just creepy and very wrong. Come on, we're not related but there are limits. So, get over that, quickly. It's NEVER going to happen. Again, I'm the boss. I call the shots. I'm in charge. Got it?"

He nodded weakly as I patted his head patronisingly with one foot. "Now, be gone, slave. Don't you have a girlfriend to attend to, to prove that you're a real man around? You won't be rubbing her feet, though will you? Enjoy pretending to be a tough guy and stud around her! Now, I'm staying in this evening and need my feet kissed some more. I might even let you lick them... so make sure you're around later."

All my stepbrother could do was close his eyes, maybe in desperation, perhaps in longing, before nodding and meekly crawling out of the room.

Just... wow! He was pathetic beyond all reason now. And things are just going to get better this evening, believe me!

Love,
Kayla

Entry 18: 18th July 2003

Dear Diary,


What a beautiful day it is. I'm in the garden, soaking up some more sun (my tan is awesome, by the way!) resting my feet on my stepbrother's face, while I write in my diary.

You heard right! He's so utterly defeated by me now, that he's willingly.... no, scrap that, eagerly letting me rest my feet over his stupid face, while I write about how much I've humiliated him. Beyond all reason! I'm also messaging Ben a bit more (changed to the same mobile contract that Ross has, which Ian pays for, so I won't run out of messages) - he's trying to pin me down to a date tomorrow. I'm still not sure but the more I think about it, what harm can it do? If I don't feel much of a spark between us, or can't truly forgive him for how he treated me before, then nothing is lost. Being so used to having my feet pampered my stepbrother has made me feel more forthright - like I don't have to be coy anymore. When flirting with Ben via text, I actually got him to agree to giving me a foot massage.... we'll see, ha!

By the way, it's highly unlikely that Mum or Ian could see us out the window - only mine and Ross's bedroom windows look out to the back garden. Still, it's funny that my stepbrother is even willing to risk this!

Anyway, last night might just well be the best experience with Ross so far. My stepbrother returned for a third round with my feet in a day (a record, so far...), dropping to his knees and pathetically crawling over to where I was sat on the sofa. Our parents were out (again) for the evening and he obviously couldn't resist the offer I'd made for him to lick my feet...

"Hi foot slave!" I grinned as he waited on his knees in front of me. "What have you been up to? Pretending to be a real man around Charlotte?"

He looked pained but didn't disagree. Apparently he'd been shopping for a while. Not just any old shopping - shoe shopping! That was just priceless and I found it impossible not to laugh at him, shaking my head from side to side. My analysis to him was that she was either punishing him because of the foot massages he'd given me, or she actually knows he likes feet, so it was a way just to torture him.

"I, um, well... she, she did try on a lot of shoes..." His cheeks reddened even more of that, while I had a wonderful image of my hopeless stepbrother, surrounded by shoes, his barefoot girlfriend posing and spreading her toes in front of him, knowing that he couldn't object because he'd willingly given me foot massages (well, that's all she knows but the least of it of course!), even though he 'apparently' hated feet...

I continued berating him, holding a bare foot in front of his face and wiggling my toes when he finally admitted that it was absolute torture being around her feet so much, without being allowed to touch them. At the same time, he genuinely confessed that her feet aren't as nice as mine.... Of course they're not, hehe! I even got him to say that my feet are the best - better than Gabrielle and Sophia's, better than anyone else's he's ever seen... After that, he was allowed to kiss my foot!

That was one delicious part of the evening. Even better was what I'd had planned. I knew he'd return; the prospect of getting to lick my feet was just too overwhelming for the freak - it was literally the best thing that he wanted to do! Sure enough, within moments of him staring at my soft, slightly wrinkled, sole, he practically whimpered and started placing kisses all over it. He did so hungrily, letting out small moans of pleasure, practically making out with my foot! Using one hand to hold it steady, it was so funny, imagining him then kissing Charlotte with those lips!

As promised, after he'd showered both feet with many, many kisses, I lazily told him what he could do next: lick!

"Oh, before that," I added with a smirk. "I want you to sniff my feet. I really want you to get used to my foot scent, like a dog does to its owner."

Whimpering, he nodded, pushing his nostrils against both of my bare soles, which I kept hovering in front of him. His inhalations got increasingly deep, his nose moving up and down my soles, up to the toes, in the gaps in between. He was so enamoured with my feet.

At that moment, Ross completely froze as Jenny's voice rang across the room.

"Hi, er.... Ross?" My friend stood in the living room doorway, a look of astonishment on her face. She looked over to me, shaking her head in disbelief. "I... I actually can't believe it!"

Ross clearly couldn't either. It took him a few seconds (far, far too long, not to be suspicious) to arch his head back and awkwardly stand up, backing away slightly from me.

I could believe it! It was exactly as planned. I'd made sure that a spare key was under the mat for Jenny to come in and I knew that she'd either get to see my stepbrother at my feet, or arrive before him so she could emerge by surprise. The former option was best! It was like seeing a written play-script come to life!

Still, my stepbrother was at a loss for words, while Jenny stared at him, mouth slightly open and arms folded. He called across at her, trying to sound-non-committal and probably having forgotten her name, even though he's known her for years. I interrupted him when he tried to explain, telling him that it must look very strange to Jen, him sniffing my feet like a puppy dog!

Jenny's nose crinkled. "Yeah, actually, K!" The look on her face was becoming less shocked and more entertained... finally I could prove to her that I'd made Ross into my foot bitch!

Jenny is kind of your stereotypical nerd - more so than me, at least. She's got long brown hair, quite overweight and dumpy, glasses and baggy clothes. She's not "cool" in any way basically. But she's basically my only real friend; we have ever since I moved to this town a few years ago. So from Ross's point of view, she's just another "loser", someone beneath him. She's had a crush on him for a while, which has annoyed the hell out of me. This just made everything all the more brilliant!

Ross started shifting around, as if torn. Finally, he looked Jenny in the eye and gave her an easy grin. "Oh that was nothing..." he made a casual wave gesture at me. "She won a bet, that's all. Ha, like I would be a puppy dog... You know me, Jilly.... whatever your name is, right? Like I would choose to do that!"

It was first sign of mutiny from him for a good while now - for weeks. I had fully expected it and knew how to play it, relishing in the opportunity to crush him, in front of my friend... So I looked at Jenny, who actually appeared a little doubtful after Ross's more confident outburst, asking him if kissing my feet was part of the bet too... Ross's eyes widened at me, his cheeks reddening once more, as he started to softly 'warn' me...

"Warning me? Ha, you're in no position to warn anyone! Let me make this clear, slave. You are going to drop back on your knees, crawl back over to my feet - where you belong - so you can lick them like a dog. In front of my friend - her name is Jenny, by the way, you inattentive git." I said this confidently, Jenny even letting out a small gasp.

My stepbrother was at a crossroads; looking between me and the door, he was clearly thinking of scarpering, like he had before.

"I'll say it again - crawl over here and I'll let you lick my feet. If you don't do it, RIGHT NOW, then you will NEVER be allowed to touch, kiss and certainly not lick my feet. EVER again! Jenny knows - she saw you smelling my feet like a pathetic loser. If you don't do exactly what I'm telling you right now, then that's it. No more feet for you! And this is not some kind of blackmail deal - we're not going to threaten to tell anyone - that's not our style, right Jen?" My friend nodded quickly in agreement to this. "What's it gonna be, slave?" I smirked at him, holding a bare foot up in front of him, feeling like a queen bitch but loving every moment. This was the only way of dealing with arseholes like Ross.

The next few moments were rather wonderful. Taking a few breaths, Ross's eyes went from warning me, to pleading with me, to eventually resigned to his fate, and his heart's desire. With a small grunt of defeat, he dropped to his knees and proceeded to crawl over to me, his head hanging low, in true shame and submission. He bowed before me, before weakly holding my foot steady with one hand, leaning forward as he got ready to start licking. I beckoned for Jen to come and join me, taking a seat on the sofa. My friend did so, hopping next to me and looking down at Ross - for so many years her crush - with amusement. She couldn't believe this was happening, her voice was high-pitched!

Ross let out a proper whimper, which made us both giggle. Placing his tongue against the centre of my sole, he lapped away, closing his eyes in ecstasy as he went up and down, to the toes, back again. He had completely surrendered at this point, accepting that he was going to capitulate to me in front of my friend. He raced his tongue along my arches, down to my heel, which was incredibly soft and not cracked, thanks to my regular foot moisturising and his massages. He continued to swirl it around, not daring to look either of us in the eye, looking thoroughly ashamed with himself as he paused to catch his breath for a moment.

"And you actually had a crush on my stepbrother?" I said to Jenny, giving her a grin while she giggled again.

"Um, yeah... I mean...." She said, shaking her head at how pathetic Ross was, continuing to lick my foot hungrily. "He's really... pathetic!"

"Yep, that is the word! My stepbrother is my pathetic foot slave. Isn't that right, doggie?" I did a mock-pout at my stepbrother as his eyes met mine for a moment, a look of resignation there, which was great to see.

He let out a small moan of acceptance, as I swapped feet, loving the cool, refreshing feeling of my feet being cleaned so thoroughly. It was relaxing and pleasurable; however, best of all, it was symbolic. My stepbrother fully accepting his place in front of my friend and nowhere to run or hide. It was a completely brutal destruction, witnessed by Jenny. After I felt he'd had a good amount of foot licking time, I got him to wait on all fours, as human furniture. I even got Jenny to kick her shoes off and rest her feet on him too! She was a little shy and refused to take her socks off as well as her shoes, but she still did it, nestling her heels onto his back! It felt slightly strange, 'sharing' him but it was clear that he was very much my slave, still.

Jen and I chatted for a while, for a good hour or so - about Ross, about boys, about university (Jen, like me, is crossing all fingers to get the grades she needs). She'd noticed my tan and new hair, not outrightly saying she liked it - maybe she's jealous. Anyway, I told her about how I'd stood up to The Cousins and couldn't wait for them to come over to see the "New Ross". My stepbrother was a broken man; humbly on all fours in front of us and accepting his place as my doormat, as my slave.

Jenny had to go home not long after that, giving us both a cheery goodbye, actually able to look Ross in the eye! Surely she can't still fancy him after that - one of the reasons why I wanted her to witness this - but maybe she still does. I've got an idea on that one, but don't want to write too much, too soon...

Once she departed, I made him apologise for his rebellious couple of minutes. He humbly apologised, admitting that he was just trying to be "tough" again and that it wouldn't happen again. Hilariously, he didn't even question the fact that I'd just exposed his foot fetish - to my friend, of all people! He was more concerned about the brief time that he'd displeased me. Mum and Ian came back shortly after, both apparently happy to see Ross (sitting back on the sofa), dutifully rubbing my feet.

Ian made some general noises of approval (he doesn't say much; Mum very much rules the roost, even though he is technically the one with the money) before heading to bed. Mum actually sat down on the other sofa, chatting away and telling us about their evening. All Ross could do was keep his head down, rub away at my feet and give brief answers to when my Mum asked him questions directly - what he'd been up to, if Charlotte was OK - stuff like that. She then asked him directly if HE was OK...

I stretched back, trying not to look too smug. "Probably yearning for his cousins to come visit - they would definitely love a foot rub - but they're in Ibiza... Anyway, Charlotte doesn't let you rub her feet, does she, Ross?" Ross opened his mouth but closed it again, merely shaking his head.

Mum was surprised at that, finding it strange that any woman wouldn't love a foot massage. She agreed that Gabrielle and Sophia would definitely appreciate that, which made Ross blush all the more. Ha!

That's when possibly the very best part of this incredible evening happened. The idea popped into my head so suddenly and it just seemed perfect...

"Oh, Ross can give you a foot massage, Mum. Can't you, Ross?"

"Oh my God, that would be amazing!" Mum gushed. "Move up, love!"

Before he could fully appreciate what was about to happen, Ross merely stared in shock, as My Mum sat on the other side of the sofa to me, forcing Ross to shift closer to where I was lounging. I lifted my feet and crossed them over, positioning them on the top of the sofa, by Ross's head.

Mum chided me not to annoy my 'brother', though she was smirking a little at how passive my stepbrother was being. I corrected her on the sibling part (STEP!) before giggling at Ross, playfully tapping his cheek with a bare sole, explaining that he didn't mind my teasing.

It was delicious, watching my Mum - someone who Ross loathed even more than me - stretch her legs out contentedly and place her feet in Ross's lap. He'd had the wherewithal to quickly grab a cushion to rest her feet on, disguising the wood in his shorts. The only slither of pride he could hold onto!I felt a pang of jealousy for a moment, seeing my stepbrother, my personal slave touching someone else's feet. The moment was fleeting though; it was definitely more fun watching him be at the mercy of my Mum's feet than be the only (or the sole, hehe) one to use him.

Mum sighed, flexing her toes as Ross started - reluctantly at first - but with increasing diligence - massaging her feet. He soon got into his well-practised rhythm, looking weary in defeat that he couldn't refuse me, or my Mum's feet, apparently, and was enjoying touching her feet. At first he'd been trying to avoid staring at them, but he soon couldn't help himself - his eyes like magnets to metal.

It must have been mortifying in so many ways. Not once has Ross showed any genuine affection, or any sort of kindness to Mum - his "evil stepmother", in his eyes. Now he was meekly rubbing away at her feet, devotedly and lustfully, unable to resist massaging. Mum's feet are similar to mine - in shape, size with attractive arches. Mine must be softer though, which is thanks to Ross! It went on for quite a while, Mum and I chatting away. Ross was totally sidelined from that point - his one contribution being his foot duty. I continued to tease him with my feet, tapping his cheeks, ears, nose, sometimes mouth casually with my bare soles and toes. This also was a reminder to him - he may be enjoying another woman's feet but he was still mine; I still owned him. It did make something clear to me - it wasn't just my feet that he couldn't resist. This made me think lower of him - that he had no real loyalty, was just a slave to his fetish. What a hopeless freak!

Ross was sinking increasingly into the sofa, to the point that he was practically lying down, my feet resting on his shoulders, Mum's feet firmly on top of the cushion over his lap.

"Well, Charlotte is really missing out," Mum told her stepson. "You're a fantastic foot masseur. I'm not joking - you could actually focus on this as part of your degree, Ross - it's all about Sports Science, isn't it? And I'm sure your cousins would be happy for you to practise on them."

I loved the idea of all of that. Ross going off to university and actually pursuing his freaky lust for feet. Him offering to rub his cousins feet; them seeing him as a loser, unlikely to value him for being apparently kind, while he couldn't avoid getting turned on my his own relatives! Ross merely nodded, like a good lapdog while Julie smiled at him, a slightly confused and amused expression.

"That - was amazing, love," she told Ross, finally withdrawing her feet and giving him an affectionate, yet patronising, pat on the shoulder with one well-manicured hand, where my feet still were. She frowned. "You really like giving foot massages, don't you?"

Ross swallowed thickly. "I...er, don't mind..." It was the first thing he'd said for over an hour.

"Oh, he loves it," I yawned, moving my feet so they casually pushed against the side of his face. "Mum, Ross enjoys giving foot rubs even more than you like getting them! Ask him any time - he literally won't be able to say no! And yeah, let's get Gab and Soph back over as soon as they're back from Ibiza!"

I wasn't sure how I felt about sharing him with those two bitches, but the humiliation it would cause him probably outweighed my pride for being his sole owner, well especially after Mum had enjoyed his services now! Mum laughed at that but she still shot her stepson a curious look before ushering us both out and off to bed (Ross making a rapid exit so he could avoid his boner being shown).

I seriously think that there's nothing I couldn't make him do now. He's just my plaything! I'll keep using him until I get bored!

By the time I've finished writing this, I'm STILL resting my feet in his face, relaxing back on the sun lounger. He's not moved, not complained, only let out pathetic little moans. No rush though, think I'll do some reading, now I've got you up to date! Time for more tanning!

Love,
Kayla

Entry 19: 20th July 2003

Dear Diary,

My stepbrother has every right to be mad at me. Had it not been for his infatuation for my feet and I had forced him, made him be my foot slave, I'd be a proper, undeniable grade-A bitch. That's one of the best parts of this - since deciding to stop forcing him physically, he's chosen - each step of the way - to become increasingly dependent on my feet. The loser! So, I don't feel bad - he's had this coming to him. And I'm not making do anything he doesn't truly want to!

Last night, Ryan called round. It seems like things are starting to unravel for him, since he's become my willing foot slave. Any time he's not with me, he's seeing Charlotte; she's of course still mad at him for rubbing my feet and is punishing him by refusing to do anything physical or sexual with him. This was easy to find out, after a little bit of coaxing from me, and my feet gently resting on his face... He's in the dog house with her, and has gone from shoe shopping to constant romantic gestures of flowers, gifts, declarations of love and promises that he's not touched my feet since and never will again... HA! So, he's desperate to maintain his relationship. It makes sense in lots of ways - she is incredibly beautiful and it also helps him desperately cling on to this 'alpha' status - that he's dating the hottest girl. But of course, I know all to well that it's a front and not what he truly wants...

Anyway, we were in the living room, Ian passed out on his armchair (as usual...) with the Financial Times in his hands, my Mum enjoying one of her stepson's massages while we watched a girly film. I love Bridget Jones - it wasn't like Ross was going to choose, ha! Nope, he didn't even get a say!

It took very little persuading for him to agree to another massage, for both Mum and me. Part of him was awkward around his Dad being in the room, like it was weird him being there, while his wife's feet were being attended to... but Ian barely noticed, then was asleep soon anyway. Mum was sprawled out on the sofa, with Ross this time on the floor. It was my suggestion - it meant that both Mum and I could snuggle together and stretch out. I may be eighteen years old, but I still love cuddling up to my Mum.

"You're sure you're OK down there love?" Mum called down to her stepson, who was not even looking at the TV, his focus purely on massaging his stepmother's feet. "You are being such a gent!"

"He knows his place...." I giggled, playfully ruffling my bare foot in Ross's hair, while Mum gave me a frown, though I could tell she found it amusing, her eyes bright and clearly enjoying this apparently new, attentive stepson. "Oh, actually sl..., I mean, Ross.... get us a tub of Ben and Jerry's from the freezer - two spoons for Mum and me."

"Please, Kayla - manners..." Mum chided, rolling her eyes as I shrugged, though she gently chuckled as she watched Ross hop up instantly to obey my command.

The doorbell rang soon after. "Door, Ross!" I called out, while grinning at Mum. "Honestly, he doesn't mind - he's such a gent, like you said."

Moments later, Ross appeared at the door, looking anxious with Ryan standing behind him, the latter giving me a foul look.

Mum greeted Ross's friend, asking if he wanted to join us for the evening. Ross winced as he explained that they were just going to go upstairs, play some computer together. He made the last part sound like a question, meeting my eye as though he needed my consent. Ryan looked between us before glaring at me.

"Actually, no," I stated, causing everyone (apart from the sleeping Ian to look at me). "Ross, you were going to massage my feet next. You promised..." I gave him a mock-pout, enjoying playing the brat. To be fair, he had - it was discussed over dinner and both our parents were impressed with how chivalrous he was being, agreeing for me to choose the film, and then receive a foot massage, after Mum.

Ryan's eyes widened before scoffing. "Ha, whatever. Ross, let's go upstairs."

I smirked at my stepbrother, enjoying watching him crumble in front of his jock buddy. "Up to you...." Was all I said, wiggling my toes and snuggling against my Mum.

Letting a small sigh, Ross gave an apologetic look to Ryan. "Sorry mate... I did promise..." He winced, clearly humiliated but accepting it as he ambled over to us.

I pushed my authority over him further, remaining Ross about the ice cream before he could resume his seat on the floor, asking Mum if she wanted any more of the Ben and Jerry's too. Mum had been more focused on the film (probably a good thing that she'd missed my humiliation of Ross in front of Ryan).

Ross paused but knew that he was already beaten and overawed by me, while Ryan again, gestured for his friend to leave the room with him. With another murmur of "sorry" to Ryan, he headed to the kitchen, returned with the ice cream and spoons and meekly sat back on the floor, accepting my bare foot placed in his hand, his fingers quickly getting to work. Mum looked a little surprised, offering again for Ryan to join us. My stepbrother's meathead friend muttered some excuse, before promptly leaving the room, and our house, slamming the door.

Holding the Ben and Jerry's 'Cookie Dough' tub in one hand so Mum and I could dig into it, his other expertly kneading at the centre of my bare sole, I couldn't help but feel like a princess. The queen and the princess with their loyal, pathetic pauper of a servant at their disposal!

Ross's phone, on the floor in front of us, vibrated with Ryan's name popping up. His hands, literally, full he ignored it. Minutes later, several text messages popped up - I had a birds' eye view angle.

Dude, what the fuck was that about?
You've been blowing me off for days now.
Seriously, why the fuck are you being that loser's bitch?

Or words to that effect at least!

It was clear from the messages - Ryan was mad at him. A couple more came through - Ryan now annoyed that Ross wouldn't even answer his calls or reply to his messages. The last one was pretty blunt.

Miss basketball again tomorrow and you're off the team. Be there at 4pm.


So this afternoon, Ross has the option to lick my feet again... and what time am I going to schedule this for? Hmmm.... 4pm sounds perfect!

Love,
Kayla

Entry 20: 24th July 2003

Dear Diary,

Sorry... I've been pretty good up until now with regular entries. The days are just flying by and I'm struggling to find time to write. Looking at it that way, that's no bad thing!

Let's start with the first major event since my last entry: Ross's basketball ultimatum. Oh actually, before then, something else happened...

In the morning I went out with coffee with Ben. That's right - his relentless pestering finally paid off to get a second date with me. I'd toyed over the idea of it for several weeks now, spoken to Jen about... In the end, I thought what the hell, why not? As soon as I arrived at Cafe Nero, Ben eagerly got to his feet, pulling out a chair for me, ordering me a coffee (he remembered my order from before - skinny cappuccino) and trying not to make it too obvious he was admiring my tan and figure. It hadn't been that long since I'd last seen him, but I felt like the dynamic had changed considerably since then - that he was undoubtedly beneath me.

I've been working out pretty regularly this summer - more and more in recent weeks, with some time on the treadmill and exercise bike (we have our own gym at home, which I don't think my Stepdad has even used once), dumbbells, sit-ups, squats etc. I haven't even mentioned it up until now as it's not been much, but I've recently noticed myself feeling fitter and looking more toned.

Being around Ben was interesting. This guy wasn't an alpha like my stepbrother used to be. He was kinda nervous, a little awkward, but at the same time - nice. Genuinely nice. After a couple of minutes of small talk, he cleared his throat and apologised, clearly and profusely for how he treated me two years ago. He'd done this already over text, and briefly at our last date, but it was cathartic to hear in person. At the same time, it didn't put me in a forgiving state of mind, but already some schemes began to form. I guess that's to do with my ritual destruction of Ross this summer, changing him from a wannabe-tough guy, to a snivelling foot pet.

So with Ben, I listened to him, keeping fairly aloof. He was keen to impress me, not by bragging but by being charming - in his awkward way - and asking me 'deep' questions, talking about dreams for the future, aspirations, countries that would be exciting to go to - all sorts of things. Yes, like before, he really does like to talk!

Yet I didn't feel at any stage into him. Not even a bit, sorry Ben! It was entertaining to watch a guy trying to win me over, clearly smitten with me. At the same time, this made me feel less emotional about the whole thing; just because I was 'hotter' now, relative to what I assumed I would be, meant it all the more shallow that he was so infatuated with me. So he couldn't win basically.

At one stage, I cut him off, getting a little tired of his rambling. "So, that foot massage. When do you want to do it?"

He let out a nervous laugh. "Oh... you're really calling me out on that, huh!" He grinned, seeming to enjoy how direct I was. "But that's something you need to earn..." He added, his eyes flickering up and down, trying to be seductive.

"No... That's not how it works. Here's how it goes - you give me a foot massage. Then, depending on how well it goes, I'll decide whether you have 'earned' anything. Sound fair?" I stared at him, feeling excited about this feeling of being in control with another guy - a different guy to my stepbrother.

"I... Yeah, if that's what you... want...." He said, his voice a little hoarse and less confident. "So I give you a foot massage then..."

I rolled my eyes as his voice drifted away. "It's pretty simple. I want a foot massage from you. I don't know if I want anything else yet, or if I want to 'do' anything for you." I frowned at him for a few moments. "To be honest, I don't think it's appropriate, you putting me in a position where I 'owe' you anything." I folded my arms, leaning back a little.

"Oh, no... I don't mean. Sorry..." He murmured, before clearing his throat. He then babbled a bit, apologising for trying to be 'cute' and of course, he'd give me a foot massage - all I had to do was tell him where and when. That was more like it!

Giving him a slight smirk, pleased that he was quickly getting into line, I told him I'd think about it, before abruptly explaining I had to leave for a pedicure appointment, and thanking him the coffee, which of course, he paid for. Of course, the money wasn't the point (I have my own credit card and a massive credit limit) - it was to make it clear, it was his pleasure to take me out!

Since then, I've been getting increasingly desperate and needy messages from him. He's apologised a few more times, both about implying he wanted sexual favours for giving me a foot massage, as well as what happened two years ago, and how stupid he was to break up with me. It was funny reading these - I ignored a few, gave brief replies to others and finally told him I'd let him know about when he can massage my feet!

So that was before Ross's basketball session - the one he couldn't miss. At about 3:45, I made sure I was in the living room while Ross hurtled down the stairs, shouted out a quick 'goodbye', when I called him into the room. Wearing nothing but a bikini, my feet having had a pedicure after coffee with Ben, including freshly painted, French tips. Ross let out an audible groan when he saw me.

"You've been such a good slave recently," I said, grinning at him, laying on the sofa with my feet crossed at the ankle directly in front of him. "I've decided to give you a big reward. My feet are feeling so soft after my pedicure today.... they could be described as lick-able..."

Letting out a small whimper, my hopeless stepbrother tried to tear his eyes from my feet but he was already wandering over to them, like a moth to the flame...

"Please..." He murmured weakly. "I've got to...got to....go...basketball...." His words were getting increasingly incoherent as he dropped to his knees in front of my feet, watching my toes wiggle and flex so he could see the French tips.

"Sure," I shrugged at him. "You can go to basketball - but don't you want to lick my feet first?" I gave him an innocent look, spreading my toes in front of his face. He took a deep breath, inching closer. "Ooh, give them a good smell first, before you lick..."

He capitulated immediately, whimpering louder as he buried his nose against my soft, apparently sensuous bare soles. The Filipina lady who'd given me the pedicure had rubbed in this heavenly lemon-scented oil too, which I bought a bottle of as it was so damn delicious-smelling. It proved to be far too intoxicating for my stepbrother. I enjoyed watching him sniffing away, like a dog, deeply inhaling my foot scent, letting out sighs of pleasure, despite himself.

It was so fun watching him that I waited a good five minutes until I sensed his tongue start to naturally lap out of his mouth, starting to brush against my skin. I tutted at him, squeezing my big toe and neighbouring one against his nose so that he paused.

"Na-ah, I want some more foot smelling first. I want you to know my foot scent so well, that it's with you, everywhere you go. I own you remember, slave..."

Ross moaned a little, his eyes flickering over to the clock. He started to murmur something about basketball, so I shrugged and told him that he could sniff for two more minutes, then I would let him lick my feet. Letting out a meek utterance, he slid his tongue back in, holding onto my feet with his hands so he could bury his nose in more deeply, which made me giggle. After at least another five minutes (I lost track of time too, to be honest), I then simply said "lick".

My stepbrother couldn't help himself. Even though his eyes had widened at the time on the clock - now nearly 4pm. It was delicious, watching him struggle with his conscience, knowing he was already late but totally powerless and at the mercy of my undeniable feet.

The minutes trickled by; I didn't even give another instruction as Ross several times tried to pull away, only finding himself unable to part with my soles, his tongue lapping away so vigorously. I glanced at my watch; it was now 4:20 and Ross wasn't making any headway out of the door.

"What time is basketball?" I suddenly asked, adopting a look of innocence, spreading my toes as my stepbrother ravenously licked in between them. Ross had gradually been falling further down, now lying on his back with my bare feet held adoringly over his face.

He murmured weakly, actual words far too beyond him at that point.

I giggled. "Well, don't let me stop you. Just go whenever you're ready to - up to you. I'll be here for a while anyway."

It was so fucking easy. Yeah, I don't usually swear but I mean, I barely had to try. Yes I'd had a pedicure and my feet were looking at their very best, but I hadn't made him to do anything. He was so pathetic. Is so pathetic!

Sighing and tapping the centre of my sole against one of his cheeks, I smirked down at him. "You are so pathetic. I can't believe you're actually the same guy who used to push me around - literally and metaphorically. You used to dominate me in front of your cousins and actually get THEM to dominate me... with their feet! You used to have balls, now all you've got is a girlfriend who doesn't let you touch the one thing you really desire - feet. You're nothing but a foot bitch."

Staring down at him, he merely swallowed at all of this, swallowing the flavour and taste of my feet, knowing that he was completely broken.

"Say it - say: 'I'm Kayla's foot slave'..."

He couldn't barely speak but he spluttered it out, as he whimpered, his whole body quivering with how turned on he was.

"You're loving this, aren't you? Loving being a submissive little bitch to my feet, accepting that the macho stuff was all just an act?" I felt so superior to him, completely fearless.

"I... please...." He practically whined. "Please.... t-touch....it."

I wasn't actually expecting that. For a moment, I thought about prodding one foot on his dick, making him spurt his load and adding a fresh new wave of humiliation over him. But honestly? I didn't want to. Yuck! I know we're not related, but no. Plus, he didn't deserve it - it was much more fun torturing him, knowing how badly he wanted, no - needed, to release...

"Ew," I said with disdain. "Like I want to have any sort of sexual experience with you? Maybe your slutty cousins would be into that, but not me, you freak! What the hell do you think I am, some kind of whore?"

He moaned weakly, shaking his head to disagree that I was, knowing he'd made yet another mistake.

"No. You can do whatever you want with your bimbo of a girlfriend. You can picture licking my feet while you're fucking her, if she starts putting out for you again at any point. Or, and we both know that you'll do this anyway, you can just whack off upstairs to the smell of my feet, how soft they are... the feel of my toes bouncing against your lips, or how it feels to slide your tongue across my sole, along my arches..." I giggled as my stepbrother actually let out mewling noise of utter defeat and capitulation; I was actually worried my words alone could cause him to explode in his pants!

He was so fucked!

Finally, and it felt so good to be the one to call the shots on this, I pulled my feet away, resting them back on the sofa while Ross laid spread-eagled on his back, still rock hard.

"Oh, Mum will be back soon and you've got both our chores to do," I casually told him. "Make sure you put all of our clothes away too. But don't sniff our panties... or our socks..." I said with a giggle, while he let out a small, pathetic 'OK' of assent.

His phone had fallen out of his pocket and was vibrating, Charlotte's name flashing up. Inspiration hitting me, I reached down, picked it up and answered it while Ross looked alarmed, letting out a groan with his head in his hands.

"Oh, hi, it's Kayla!" I said breezily. "Ross is busy right now, can I take a message?"

"You?" Charlotte sounded absolutely livid while Ross watched me fearfully, sitting up and pleading with his hands in front of me. "What exactly is my boyfriend so busy with, so that he's missed basketball again? I just spoke to Ryan... he said he's never speaking to Ross. Not ever the fuck again!"

"Well, he's just about to do a load of household chores before my Mum gets home," I replied reasonably. "I'll pass your message on."

"Kayla...." Charlotte's voice was icy and dangerous. It was a tone of someone who was used to getting their way. "He may be your stepbrother and all but, do me a favour. Back the fuck off. It's pathetic and it's gross - getting him to rub your feet, just because it was in front of your stupid Mum. Yeah, I know the full story. You're a piece of work - I can see through the whole 'shy girl' act and know that you want him to fuck you. You're a loser and you think that by getting it on with Ross, you'll suddenly become popular? That's what you've always wanted. Little whore..."

I stood my ground. "I'll tell you now, I've never wanted to and never will want Ross in that way. So thanks for the pep talk, Charlotte, but you've got nothing to worry about. I don't want Ross - no offence, but he's not my type."

I hung up and tossed the phone down to my stepbrother. "Looks like you've got some making up to do, after you've done the chores..."

Ross meekly got up, completely cowed and broken as he headed straight upstairs, probably to jerk off to the thought of my feet, before doing my chores, his chores...

Since then, things have unraveled pretty quickly for my stepbrother.

It was inevitable really. The next day, Charlotte came round to collect Ross; this time he'd made sure to be outside before she could even beep her horn, so I didn't get the chance to humiliate him again in front of his girlfriend. To be honest, I didn't need to. Ross returned later that day, crawling on all fours and begging to lick my feet, while I read in bed.

I allowed him to, just because he had begged so nicely. I didn't give him too long at this, partly to not spoil him, but also so that I could find out more about Charlotte - and that would only really work while I massaged my feet like a good bitch, where his mouth wasn't so preoccupied. I got out from him she's been spending time with Ryan; he'd gone to her after Ross wasn't replying to his messages and didn't even turn up for basketball. Ryan had even spilled the beans about Ross choosing to massage my feet when he came round the other evening, instead of playing the computer upstairs with him.

Ross had made excuses of this, lying and claiming that it was because he couldn't say no to me in front of my Mum - that it was her who was on his case, threatening to take away his allowance and forcing him to do everything I told him when his stepmother was around. He also threw Ryan under the bus, claiming that he was 'massively exaggerating' and that he ended up putting me in my place, after Ryan had gone. I was impressed, in a way, with his attempts to weasel out of it, but chastised him at the same time, making him apologise for lying, being a bad boyfriend and also making my Mum into being some sort of queen bitch!

He had put himself in this predicament, lying and playing people off each other. It was all his fault! It would only come back to bite him, so I didn't even have to do anything!

It was just yesterday morning when I was in the garden, Ross giving me a pedicure. I enjoyed the one at the mall so much a few days ago, I'd sent him video links and got him to buy all the equipment (it wasn't cheap, ha!), so he knew exactly what to do. Of course, he was a pro. Like he was born to do it...

I'll never forget the look on Charlotte's face when she suddenly appeared in our garden, dropping her cup of cortado to the floor with a cry of surprise, the porcelain smashing to pieces. Wearing just her bathing costume and heels (looking, admittedly super-hot), she stormed over to where Ross was kneeling before me.

"That's it! Let me guess, you're now giving her pedicures because your stepmum made you? She just let me in, made me a coffee and was telling me how kind you've been, that you've been rubbing her feet too! You pathetic, lying piece of shit. I came here to surprise you... I was even going to do that for you as you've bought me so many presents lately. But that's it. We're done, I've had enough of your bullshit!" Charlotte raged as Ross closed his eyes in despair, still holding my soft feet in his hands.

Ross weakly tried to say something, my feet still in his hands but Charlotte silenced him with a look. "You've gone from the best player on the basketball team, a guy who everyone looked up to, dating ME - the hottest girl at school, and that you know - to this... You two are clearly meant for each other. Step-incest-fuckers! And don't worry..." She added with a snarl. "I'm not going to tell anyone about this.... freak show. Like I would want anyone to know I was even associated with you...."

I gave her an innocent look. "Oh, you can tell people that Ross rubs my feet and gives me pedicures if you want, it's no big deal..."

"And you...." Charlotte gave me a venomous look. "You can have him - if you wanna fuck your stepbrother, just do it already! I never thought I'd say this but he's clearly into you... I thought he hated you, but for Ross to give foot rubs, to give you a fucking pedicure.... he must be obsessed with you! EVERYONE knows that he HATES feet!"

Shaking her head in disbelief, she gave one final look of pure hatred to Ross, before flouncing away, kicking Ross's basketball (one he hadn't picked up for weeks now) out of her way with her impressively large heel. It was funny to think that it couldn't be possible that Ross had a thing for feet, that this was all about me seducing him and poisoning his mind.

Ross looked so flustered but didn't motion to go after her. No, the pathetic weasel continued the pedicure, while I gave Charlotte a smug wave as she left.

"Things have not been good for you lately, have they slave?" I spoke down to him, while he shook his head. "Still, not that long until you go to Uni huh - then all this will just be a distant memory! After my pedicure, you can clear up that cup your EX girlfriend dropped."

He nodded weakly, a look of hope returning to him. He probably thinks that it will be a fresh start for him, a way to get away from me, from all of this. But it's not as simple as that; he's changed. He's not the guy he was. Or, another way of looking at it, he's now the guy he was ALWAYS destined to be - I've just helped him take off his mask and show who he really is. A pathetic foot slave!

"Until then, for as long as I let you, just remember that you're nothing but a foot slave to me. I own you and your my slave - you may've lost some friends, your basketball team, your girlfriend... but you've got my feet. And for that you should be grateful..." I gave him an expectant look, while he rubbed away with a pumice stone at the side of my foot.

"Th-thank you...." He told me humbly, like the total and utter foot slave that he was.

My stepbrother is totally broken and he knows it!

I WIN!

Love,
Kayla

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