Post St Paddys Day Foot Slave

After going out to the bar, your bestie has different plans for you

Evan had always been close with Sophia. They had been best friends since college—inseparable, always laughing, always pushing each other’s limits. But tonight, after a long, wild St. Patrick’s Day out at the bars, their dynamic was about to shift in a way Evan never expected.
St. Patrick’s Day had been a mess in the best way possible. Evan and Sophia had spent the night hopping between bars, downing shots of Jameson, and weaving through the streets packed with drunken college students in green. By the time they stumbled back to Sophia’s dorm, the world was spinning, their laughter echoing down the hallway.
Sophia shoved the door open, nearly tripping over her own feet. “Holy shit, that was fun,” she slurred, collapsing into her desk chair.
Evan groaned, flopping face-first onto her bed. “I think I’m dying.”
“Lightweight,” she teased, kicking her feet up onto the small wooden table. Her beat-up Air Force 1s, once white but now permanently stained with dirt and grime, rested heavily on the surface. The soles were absolutely wrecked—coated in a nasty mix of mud, beer, and something darker.
Evan glanced at them and winced. “Jesus, Soph, your shoes look disgusting.”
She smirked. “Yeah, I stepped in puke back at the bar.” She lifted one foot, turning it to inspect the bottom. A crusted mess of dried vomit clung to the rubber sole. “Some girl lost her stomach right by the entrance, and I walked right through it.”
Evan sat up, looking at her in horror. “And you just… kept wearing them?”
Sophia shrugged. “What was I supposed to do? Go barefoot?” She wiggled her foot, letting the shoe dangle loosely from her heel. “Besides, I kinda like when my sneakers get trashed. They tell a story.”
Evan wrinkled his nose. “That’s a disgusting story.”
Sophia grinned. “Then you should help clean them.”
He blinked. “Excuse me?”
She leaned forward, her blue eyes locking onto his. “Come on, Ev. You’re always staring at my shoes. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
Evan felt his stomach drop. “That’s not—”
“Oh, please.” She stretched, rolling her shoulders. “You love when I wear my riding boots. You practically drool over my sneaker collection. And don’t even get me started on the time you wouldn’t stop looking at my Converse in class last semester.”
Evan’s face burned. “That doesn’t mean I wanna—”
She cut him off by shoving one of her sneakers against his chest, lightly pressing him back against the bed. “If you’re such a good friend, you’ll clean them for me.”
He swallowed hard, his heart pounding. “Sophia, I’m not licking puke off your shoes.”
She pouted, tilting her head. “That’s too bad…” Then, before he could react, she leaned down and kissed him.
Evan froze. Her lips were soft, warm, tasting of whiskey and mint chapstick. She moved slowly, deliberately, her hands resting lightly on his chest. The heat of her body, the scent of her perfume mixed with the worn leather of her sneakers—it was intoxicating.
Just as he started to kiss her back, she deepened it, shifting onto the bed and straddling his lap. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she pressed her body against his, her breath hot against his lips.
Evan was dizzy. Was this actually happening?
Then, just as quickly as she started, she pulled back slightly, her face hovering inches from his. “So,” she whispered, running her fingers down his jaw, “are you gonna be a good boy and do what I say?”
Evan stared up at her, his body aching from the sudden rush of adrenaline. His mind screamed at him to say no, to push her away, to keep whatever was left of their friendship intact. But the way she looked at him—smirking, knowing, completely in control—made him weak.
“…What do you want me to do?” he murmured.
Sophia grinned, her victory sealed. “Good boy.” She climbed off of him and sat back in her chair, propping her sneakers up on his lap. “Start with the bottoms. I want them spotless.”
Evan hesitated, staring at the dried filth crusted onto the rubber soles. Every ounce of dignity told him to walk away. But then he looked up at Sophia, at the way she was watching him expectantly, and something inside him cracked.
Slowly, hesitantly, he lowered his head and ran his tongue along the sole of her Air Force 1.
Sophia let out a low chuckle. “That’s right. Keep going.”
And just like that, Evan’s place in their friendship changed forever.
Evan’s tongue dragged across the filthy sole of Sophia’s Air Force 1, the rough rubber scraping against his taste buds. The bitter, acrid mix of dirt, alcohol, and dried vomit made him gag, but Sophia’s amused hum from above kept him from pulling away.
She propped her elbow on the arm of her chair, resting her chin in her hand as she watched him work. “Aww, look at you,” she cooed, wiggling her foot slightly in his grip. “My best friend, on his knees, licking puke off my sneakers.”
Evan’s face burned with humiliation, but something inside him wouldn’t let him stop. Maybe it was the way she looked at him, like she owned him. Maybe it was the lingering heat of her kiss, the taste of her still on his lips.
He swallowed hard and licked again, dragging his tongue across the tread, trying to clean away the dried grime. His stomach churned, but Sophia only giggled, nudging the sneaker against his face.
“Come on, Ev,” she teased, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You’re not putting in much effort. I thought you wanted to please me.”
Evan took a shaky breath and flattened his tongue against the sole, pressing harder this time, trying to scrape the filth away with his mouth. He could taste the sourness of the dried puke, the stale beer, the faint metallic tang of whatever the shoes had picked up throughout the night. His hands clenched into fists against his lap, his entire body tense with shame—and something deeper he didn’t want to acknowledge.
Sophia sighed dramatically. “You’re so slow,” she complained, nudging his cheek with her other foot, still encased in its dirty white sock. “I should make you suck on my socks next. They’re probably soaked after all that dancing.”
Evan’s breath hitched, but he didn’t dare protest.
Sophia grinned. “But first, you need to finish the job.” She pressed her foot down, forcing the shoe harder against his mouth. “I want these soles spotless, got it?”
Evan nodded weakly and kept licking. He could feel her watching him, completely entertained by his submission, her laughter soft and satisfied.
His world had shifted. And he knew, deep down, that Sophia wasn’t going to let him forget it.
Evan’s tongue scraped against the grooves of Sophia’s Air Force 1, the rough texture of the filthy rubber sending shivers of revulsion down his spine. His entire body felt like it was burning—humiliation, shame, and something far more complicated tangled inside him. The acrid mix of dried puke, beer, and dirt coated his tongue, making him want to gag, but he forced himself to keep going.
Above him, Sophia sighed in exaggerated impatience, wiggling her toes inside her sneakers. “You call that cleaning?” she taunted, pressing the sole harder against his lips. “I thought you’d be a little more dedicated.”
Evan swallowed the nausea rising in his throat and dragged his tongue across the tread again, more firmly this time, trying to scrape away the filth with his mouth. The sour, putrid taste only worsened, but the way Sophia was looking at him—smirking, completely in control—made it impossible to stop.
She tilted her head, amusement dancing in her eyes. “You know, I could just wipe these on the rug,” she mused, rubbing the dirty sole against his cheek, smearing grime onto his skin. “But this is so much better, don’t you think?”
Evan didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His body was betraying him, heat pooling in his stomach in a way he didn’t want to acknowledge.
Sophia laughed softly, tapping his lips with the toe of her shoe. “Come on, Ev. Kiss them. Show me you’re really committed.”
His breath caught in his throat, but he obeyed, pressing his lips against the filthy rubber. The gesture was humiliating—more degrading than anything he’d ever done—but Sophia’s low chuckle sent a shiver through him.
“That’s a good boy,” she purred.
She finally pulled her foot back, resting it on his lap. “Alright,” she said, stretching her arms. “Now that the bottoms are taken care of, it’s time for the real fun.”
Evan blinked up at her, dazed. “What…?”
She smirked and slowly began unlacing her sneakers. “You’ve been so obsessed with my shoes all night. But let’s be real, Ev—you really wanna get to my socks, don’t you?”
His stomach twisted. “Sophia…”
She ignored him, yanking off one sneaker and tossing it to the floor. The scent hit him instantly—thick, musty, a potent mix of sweat and worn-out leather. The white sock underneath was filthy, the fabric damp and stained with grime from the long night.
Sophia flexed her toes, letting the scent fill the air before smirking down at him. “Go on, Ev,” she murmured. “Put that mouth to work.”
Evan’s whole body tensed, but as she pressed her socked foot lightly against his lips, his resistance shattered.
And Sophia knew she had won.
Evan’s breath hitched as Sophia’s damp, sweat-stained sock pressed against his lips. The scent—thick, musty, a potent mix of leather, warmth, and hours of walking through bars and city streets—filled his nose, making his head swim. He should have pulled away. He should have. But he didn’t.
Sophia smirked, wiggling her toes teasingly against his lips. “Come on, Ev,” she purred, voice dripping with amusement. “You were so eager with my sneakers. Don’t tell me you’re chickening out now.”
Evan swallowed hard, shame burning in his chest. He could feel the dampness of her sock pressing against his skin, the slightly rough texture of the fabric clinging to his lips. His mind screamed at him to stop, to shove her foot away and pretend none of this had happened—but his body refused to obey.
Sophia giggled, watching him struggle. “You like this, don’t you?” she teased, her tone wickedly playful. “You’re on your knees, licking the bottom of my dirty sneakers, and now you’re just waiting for me to tell you what to do next.”
She was right. And that realization sent a fresh wave of humiliation through him.
“Fine,” she sighed, as if granting him some great privilege. “Since you’re so desperate… Kiss it.”
Evan hesitated, but Sophia wasn’t patient. She nudged her foot forward, forcing his lips to part slightly against the fabric. “I said kiss it.”
His stomach twisted, but he obeyed, pressing his lips to the damp sole of her sock. The warmth of it, the faint salty tang of sweat that lingered in the air—it was overwhelming. Sophia let out a delighted hum, her fingers curling under her chin as she watched him.
“There we go,” she cooed. “See? That’s not so hard.”
She shifted slightly, pressing her toes against his lips this time. “Now, open your mouth.”
Evan’s breath shuddered, but his lips parted, and Sophia took full advantage, sliding her socked toes past them, pressing lightly against his tongue. The taste hit him instantly—salty, musky, the unmistakable proof of a long night spent dancing, walking, drinking.
Sophia laughed, eyes gleaming with amusement. “God, you’re actually doing it.”
Evan wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear, but at the same time, he couldn’t stop himself. Sophia’s dominance, her teasing, the way she looked at him like he was hers—it was intoxicating in a way he had never felt before.
“Go on,” she murmured, wiggling her toes in his mouth. “Suck.”
His whole body burned with shame, but his lips sealed around her toes, and he obeyed.
Sophia sighed in satisfaction. “Good boy.”
And just like that, Evan wasn’t just her best friend anymore. He was hers.
Evan’s lips sealed around Sophia’s damp, sweat-soaked toes, the taste of her worn socks flooding his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming—warm, slightly salty, an unmistakable musk of leather and fabric that had been trapped inside her sneakers all night. Every instinct screamed at him to pull away, to spit it out, to stop—but Sophia’s smirk, the way she watched him, kept him frozen in place.
She wiggled her toes teasingly against his tongue, pressing them further into his mouth. “Mmm,” she hummed, tilting her head, her blue eyes shining with amusement. “You’re actually doing it.” She giggled. “I knew you had it in you, Ev. You just needed the right… motivation.”
Evan’s face burned with humiliation. His best friend, the girl he had known for years, was now sitting back in her dorm chair, lazily pushing her filthy socked foot into his mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
She pulled her foot back slightly, letting his lips drag against the damp fabric. “Suck on them properly,” she commanded, her tone playful but firm. “I want to feel it.”
Evan hesitated for half a second, but her expectant stare—mixed with the lingering taste of her lips from their earlier kiss—left him powerless. Slowly, he wrapped his lips around her toes and sucked, his tongue pressing against the damp cotton.
Sophia sighed, stretching her arms above her head. “Damn, Ev,” she teased. “You do that way too well. Makes me wonder how long you’ve been waiting for this.”
Evan’s stomach twisted in shame, but his body remained obedient, lips working against the arch of her foot, mouth tracing over the places where the sock clung to her skin. The scent, the taste, the sheer humiliation of it all made his head spin.
She wiggled her toes again, rubbing them against his tongue. “I should make you do this after every night out,” she mused. “Think about it—no matter where I go, no matter what I step in, I’ll always have you to clean me up.”
She grinned wickedly. “I bet you’d love that, huh?”
Evan didn’t answer. He couldn’t.
Sophia clicked her tongue. “Oh, come on,” she cooed, nudging his cheek with her foot. “Be honest, Ev. Tell me how much you love this.”
His face burned. “I…” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “I love it.”
Sophia’s smirk widened. “That’s a good boy.”
She finally slid her foot away, letting him catch his breath. But before he could process what had just happened, she peeled the damp sock off, revealing her bare foot underneath. Her skin was warm, slightly red from being trapped inside the sneaker all night, the natural curves of her foot glistening faintly with sweat.
Sophia flexed her toes, sighing in relief. “God, that feels so much better.” She waved the sweaty sock in front of his face, giggling at his expression. “I should make you put this in your mouth… but I think I have a better idea.”
She placed her bare foot on his lap, toes curling against his thigh. “You’re gonna lick it. Every inch. Until it’s clean.”
Evan’s breath hitched. “Sophia, I—”
She reached down, gripping his chin between her fingers, forcing him to look at her. “You will,” she said simply. Then, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “And you’re going to love it.”
Evan’s body shuddered. He knew, in that moment, that there was no escaping this.
And worse?
He didn’t want to.
Sophia studied Evan’s face, her fingers still gripping his chin, tilting his head up so he couldn’t look away. His cheeks were flushed, his lips slightly parted, and his breathing was uneven. He looked wrecked—humiliated, overwhelmed, broken down—but not once had he tried to stop her.
Still, she wanted more.
She smirked, dragging her thumb across his lower lip, letting it linger there as she tilted her head. “You want to keep going, don’t you?” she murmured.
Evan hesitated, his breath shaky. “I… I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sophia chuckled, shaking her head. “See, that’s not good enough.” She released his chin and leaned back in her chair, stretching lazily. “I think you need a little extra motivation.”
She smirked as she reached for her phone, unlocking it with a quick tap. “You know… I could take a picture of you right now,” she mused, tilting the screen toward him so he could see the front-facing camera. “One little picture of my best friend kneeling in front of me, licking my feet like a good little toy.”
Evan’s stomach dropped. “Sophia—”
She giggled, flipping the camera back to her and snapping a quick selfie. “Mmm, imagine if everyone saw this.” She tapped at her screen dramatically, pretending to scroll through her contacts. “Should I send it to our group chat? Maybe post it on my story?” She grinned. “Oh! Maybe I should text it to your ex. You know she still asks me about you sometimes.”
Evan’s heart pounded. “You wouldn’t…”
Sophia’s smirk widened. “Wouldn’t I?” She placed the phone on her lap, staring down at him expectantly. “It’s simple, Ev. You do exactly what I say, and this little moment stays between us.” She dragged her toes up his thigh, pressing her bare foot against his chest. “You obey, and I’ll even be nice to you. Maybe even reward you.”
Evan swallowed hard, his mind racing. He knew Sophia—when she wanted something, she always got it. And right now, she wanted him—on his knees, completely under her control.
He exhaled shakily. “…What do you want me to do?”
Sophia grinned triumphantly. “That’s more like it.”
She lifted her bare foot, pressing the ball of it lightly against his lips. “Lick,” she commanded, her voice smooth and confident. “Every inch. Slowly. Like you mean it.”
Evan hesitated for only a moment before his lips parted, and he dragged his tongue along the curve of her foot. The salty, musky taste of sweat coated his tongue, the warmth of her skin pressing against him.
Sophia sighed in satisfaction, sinking deeper into her chair. “Mmm, there we go,” she murmured, watching him intently. “You’re learning your place.”
She flexed her toes, rubbing them against his tongue. “And this,” she purred, her smirk widening, “is only the beginning.”
Evan's tongue worked slowly across the arch of Sophia’s bare foot, dragging over the warm, slightly damp skin. The taste of sweat clung to his lips, the lingering saltiness making his stomach twist with humiliation. And yet… he kept going. Sophia wiggled her toes against his tongue, giggling at the sight of her best friend completely under her control.
“Good boy,” she murmured, stretching her legs out further, making herself comfortable as he continued to worship her feet. “Make sure you don’t miss a spot.”
Evan didn’t. He licked along the ball of her foot, traced the sensitive curve of her instep, even sucked lightly on her toes when she playfully pressed them past his lips. Every time she sighed in satisfaction or let out a soft hum of amusement, his stomach tightened. This was real. This was happening.
By the time he had finished with her second foot, Sophia sighed dramatically, flexing her toes. “Mmm… Not bad,” she said, grinning down at him. “You might actually be useful after all.”
Evan sat there, panting slightly, his lips damp from his own humiliating efforts. He wanted to say something, anything, but the smug glint in Sophia’s eyes told him she wasn’t finished yet.
She lifted her dirty socks from where she had tossed them and dangled them in front of his face. “Open.”
Evan’s stomach twisted. “Sophia—”
She didn’t give him a choice. She grabbed his jaw with her free hand and squeezed lightly, forcing his lips apart before stuffing the sweaty, crumpled socks into his mouth. The taste was even worse now—thicker, more overwhelming, the fabric still damp from being trapped inside her sneakers all night.
Sophia giggled at the way his face twisted in shame. “Awww,” she teased, patting his cheek. “You look so cute like this.”
Evan could barely breathe through the thick cotton, but that didn’t stop Sophia from smirking as she turned away, walking toward her closet. “Now, stay right there,” she instructed, her voice laced with amusement. “I need a wardrobe change.”
Evan could only watch, heart pounding, as she rummaged through her endless collection of shoes. Sneakers, heels, riding boots—he had seen them all over the years. But then she pulled them out.
His stomach dropped.
Sophia grinned as she lifted her metallic shiny Uggs from the shelf—the ones Evan had secretly obsessed over for years. She had gotten them sophomore year, and he had always found himself staring whenever she wore them. There was something about the way the soft, plush lining hugged her feet, the way they gleamed under the lights, the way they looked so effortlessly worn in…
And now, she was putting them on right in front of him.
She slid her bare feet into the cozy boots, sighing as she wiggled her toes inside the warm interior. “God, I love these,” she mused, flexing her feet. “So soft… so perfect.” She smirked, tilting her head as she looked at Evan. “I bet you’ve thought about these a lot, haven’t you?”
Evan’s face burned, but he couldn’t deny it.
Sophia let out a low chuckle. “Don’t worry, Ev,” she purred, stepping closer. “I know.”
Then, without warning, she leaned down and kissed him—again.
Evan froze as her lips pressed against his, soft and warm, teasing yet firm. The taste of her was intoxicating—whiskey, mint, and something undeniably Sophia. She kissed him slowly, deliberately, letting her lips move against his in a way that made his head spin.
When she finally pulled back, she smirked, running a finger down his cheek. “Now,” she murmured, tapping the toe of her Ugg against his thigh. “Are you ready to worship them?”
Evan, still dazed, nodded.
Sophia grinned wickedly. “Good.” She crossed her arms, looking down at him expectantly. “Then get to work.”
And just like that, Evan knew he was never going back to the way things were before.
Evan knelt there, his lips still tingling from Sophia’s kiss, his mouth stuffed full of her sweaty socks. The thick, damp cotton pressed against his tongue, saturating his senses with the stale musk of sweat and leather. He wanted to gag, to pull away—but he knew better now. Sophia owned him in this moment. And she wasn’t going to let him go until she was satisfied.
Sophia grinned down at him, tapping the toe of her metallic Ugg against his knee. “Alright, Ev,” she cooed, eyes gleaming with amusement. “You’ve had your fun with my socks. Time to spit them out.”
Evan hesitated.
Her smile widened. “Unless you want to keep them in?”
That was all it took. Evan immediately opened his mouth, letting the saliva-soaked fabric drop onto the floor. His tongue felt raw, coated in the lingering taste of sweat, but before he could even process it, Sophia pressed the toe of her Ugg against his lips.
His stomach dropped.
“Go on,” she murmured, her voice sweet but commanding. “Lick.”
Evan swallowed hard, his breath catching as he looked at the boots in front of him. Her metallic Uggs—the ones he had secretly admired for years—were filthy. The soft suede was caked in dried mud, splattered with grime from the barn where she rode horses. Dark streaks of dirt ran along the sides, and the soles… the soles were covered in everything. Barn muck, hay, dried manure stains—proof of countless days spent trudging through stalls, stepping in God knows what.
And now, Sophia wanted him to clean them with his tongue.
She wiggled her foot inside the boot, flexing her toes teasingly. “What’s the holdup?” she purred. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”
Evan’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. This was beyond humiliating. It was one thing to kiss her feet, to suck on her socks—but this? This was another level entirely.
Sophia giggled. “Aww, poor baby,” she teased, pressing the Ugg more firmly against his lips. “If it’s too much, you can always back out.” Her grin turned wicked. “Of course… if you do, I might have to let everyone know what a little foot freak you are.”
Evan shuddered. She had him, and they both knew it.
Slowly, hesitantly, he stuck out his tongue and licked.
The suede was rough against his tongue, the taste of dried mud and grime instantly coating his mouth. The filth clung to his taste buds, earthy and bitter, a disgusting reminder of everywhere these boots had been. He wanted to recoil, to spit, but Sophia’s soft mmm of approval made him keep going.
She flexed her toes inside the boot, shifting it slightly so he could reach a different part. “That’s it,” she murmured, watching him intently. “Make sure you get everything.”
Evan licked again, dragging his tongue along the side, trying to clean off as much of the dried dirt as he could. The rough texture of the suede scraped against his mouth, but Sophia only smirked, tilting her foot slightly.
“Don’t forget the front,” she reminded him, tapping the toe against his lips. “That’s where most of the barn filth is.”
Evan’s stomach twisted. He knew exactly what she meant. The worst of the grime—the muck she stepped in during long days at the barn—was all collected in the front, ground into the suede from months of wear.
And now it was his job to clean it.
He took a deep breath, then lowered his head, dragging his tongue over the very tip of the boot. The taste was unbearable—earthy, bitter, rank—but Sophia simply sighed in satisfaction, flexing her toes inside the warm lining.
“God, Ev,” she purred. “You’re actually licking my barn boots.”
Evan kept going, his body burning with humiliation as he licked the dried filth away, one slow stroke at a time.
And Sophia?
She just smirked, completely in control.
Sophia watched with wicked amusement as Evan dragged his tongue over the toe of her metallic Ugg, his lips trembling with humiliation. The suede was still rough from all the dried filth caked into it, the bitter taste of barn muck and mud staining his tongue. But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t.
She wiggled her toes inside the plush lining, sighing dramatically. “Mmm… I should’ve made you do this sooner,” she purred. “All the times I came back from the barn, my boots covered in who knows what—and you could’ve been cleaning them for me this whole time.”
Evan shuddered, but his tongue kept moving, his lips pressed against the grime-streaked suede. He could feel the dried filth breaking down under his mouth, the disgusting taste of earth and stable muck coating his tongue.
Sophia smirked, shifting her foot slightly, pressing the toe against his lips. “Use your spit,” she commanded, her voice dripping with amusement. “I want to see you clean them properly.”
Evan hesitated, but he knew there was no escaping this. He gathered what little moisture he had left in his mouth and spit directly onto the suede, watching as his own saliva mixed with the dirt and grime. His face burned with humiliation, but Sophia just laughed.
“Awww, look at you,” she teased, flexing her toes inside the boot. “Spitting on my boots like a good little cleaner.”
She tilted her head, studying his flushed face. “You love this, don’t you?”
Evan swallowed hard. “I…” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper.
Sophia arched a brow, clearly unsatisfied. She lifted her other boot, the sole still caked in layers of filth, and placed it firmly against his chest, pressing just hard enough to remind him who was in charge.
“Say it,” she murmured, her smirk deepening. “Tell me how much you love licking the dirt off my barn boots.”
Evan’s stomach twisted, but he knew there was no backing out now. His lips trembled as he whispered, “I love it…”
Sophia chuckled. “Louder.”
He swallowed his pride, his entire body burning with shame. “I love it,” he admitted, his voice shaking.
She grinned. “Good boy.”
Then, just to humiliate him further, she leaned down and spat directly onto the top of her boot, letting the thick drop of saliva mix with the grime.
“Now lick it up,” she purred.
Evan’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. His breath was shallow, his mind screaming at him to stop. But his body obeyed.
Slowly, he lowered his head, his tongue sliding over the warm mixture of her spit and barn filth.
Sophia let out a low, satisfied sigh, flexing her toes again. “Mmm… That’s right,” she cooed, watching him work. “Keep licking, Ev. We both know you’re never gonna stop now.”
And the worst part?
She was right.
Sophia stretched lazily, sighing in satisfaction as she watched Evan kneeling before her, his lips and tongue ruined from licking every inch of her filthy Uggs. His face was flushed, his breathing uneven, and she could see the shame burning in his eyes. But he hadn’t stopped. He had obeyed her, completely and utterly.
And that meant he wasn’t going anywhere.
She yawned dramatically, stretching her arms above her head. “God, that was fun,” she murmured, flexing her toes inside the warm lining of her boots one last time. “But I think I’m finally ready to call it a night.”
Evan’s body tensed, as if he thought she was about to let him go.
Sophia smirked. As if.
She casually kicked off her Uggs, letting them tumble to the floor. The rich scent of sweat and suede lingered in the air, mixing with the musky warmth of her dorm room. She wiggled her bare toes against the carpet before stepping toward her bed, climbing in and stretching across the mattress like a queen settling into her throne.
Then she glanced at Evan, still kneeling like a broken pet. “Oh, right,” she mused, tapping a finger against her lips. “What should I do with you?”
Evan swallowed hard. “I… I should probably—”
Sophia cut him off with a chuckle. “Oh, no, Ev. You’re not leaving.” She leaned over to her nightstand and pulled something out of the drawer. The faint glint of metal caught the dim light.
Evan’s breath hitched. “Wait… what—?”
Before he could even process what was happening, Sophia grabbed his wrist, snapped a cuff around it, and yanked his arm toward the foot of her bed. The other cuff clicked into place around the wooden frame, securing him completely.
Evan’s eyes went wide. “Sophia—!”
She just grinned, propping herself up on her elbows, her bare feet hovering just inches from his face. “Oh, relax,” she teased, wiggling her toes. “I love company.”
Evan tugged at the cuffs, testing them, but they barely budged. His pulse pounded. He was trapped.
Sophia giggled, stretching her legs until her warm, slightly damp soles pressed right against his face. “Mmm,” she sighed, flexing her toes, letting them brush against his lips. “You worshipped my boots so well… I think you’ve earned the privilege of keeping me company tonight.”
Evan’s breathing was shaky, his mind spinning. “You can’t—”
Sophia smothered his protests by pressing both feet firmly against his mouth, silencing him instantly.
“Oh, I can,” she murmured, tilting her head. “And I will.”
She wiggled her toes against his lips, laughing softly. “Mmm… these need some attention too,” she teased. “And since you’re here all night… I think I’ll keep you very busy.”
Evan’s body shuddered.
Sophia just smirked, settling into her pillows, sighing in satisfaction as she let her captive spend the rest of the night exactly where he belonged—beneath her feet.
Evan’s breath came in shaky, uneven bursts as Sophia’s bare feet pressed firmly against his face, her soft soles smothering him into silence. The warmth of her skin, the lingering scent of sweat and suede from her worn Uggs—it all surrounded him, suffocating him in her presence. He tugged at the cuffs instinctively, but the metal was cold and unforgiving. He wasn’t going anywhere.
Sophia giggled at his pathetic struggle, stretching her legs a little further to completely claim his face. “Mmm, that’s much better,” she purred, flexing her toes, rubbing them lazily against his lips and cheeks. “You make such a perfect footrest, Ev. I should’ve done this ages ago.”
Evan wanted to protest, to tell her this had gone too far—but every time he opened his mouth, Sophia’s toes wiggled against his lips, teasingly pushing against them, reminding him of his place.
“You know,” she mused, shifting slightly to prop her other foot against his chin, tilting his face upward, “I think you like this even more than you let on.” She grinned. “You keep licking, keep obeying… but you never really fight back, do you?”
Evan’s face burned. She was right.
Sophia laughed softly, dragging her toes along his jawline, her gaze laced with smug amusement. “God, you’re so pathetic,” she murmured. “Just a little foot toy for me to play with.”
She yawned dramatically, rolling onto her side and shifting her feet until her soles were resting lightly against his lips. “Since you’re stuck here all night,” she teased, “I think I’ll make you earn your stay.”
Evan’s heart pounded.
Sophia smirked. “Start licking.”
His stomach twisted with humiliation, but his tongue obeyed before his mind could stop him. He licked, slowly dragging his tongue across her arch, tasting the faint saltiness of her skin, the lingering traces of sweat from a long night in boots.
Sophia let out a low, satisfied sigh, curling her toes slightly. “Mmm… that’s it. Keep going. All night.”
Evan knew then that his fate was sealed.
Sophia would never see him the same way again.
And worse?
Neither would he.
Evan’s tongue worked slowly over the curve of Sophia’s foot, his lips dragging across her warm, slightly damp skin as she stretched lazily above him. The taste of salt and sweat filled his mouth, the musky scent of her lingering presence wrapping around him like a haze. His body was exhausted—his mind, broken—but he kept going.
Sophia sighed in satisfaction, wiggling her toes against his lips. “Mmm… I knew you’d be a natural,” she murmured, her voice soft and teasing. “You’re so much better like this, Ev. Quiet. Obedient.” She smirked. “Completely mine.”
Evan barely processed her words. His head was spinning, his eyelids heavy. The warmth of her bed, the rhythmic motion of his tongue against her skin, the sheer exhaustion of the night—it was all pulling him under.
Sophia grinned, watching his body sag slightly. “Awww, is my little foot pet getting sleepy?” she teased, flexing her toes against his mouth. “That’s adorable.”
She adjusted herself, sliding her toes past his lips, pressing them lightly onto his tongue. “Go ahead,” she cooed. “You can sleep now… but you’re keeping these in your mouth.”
Evan barely had the energy to resist. His lips closed around her toes instinctively, his tongue resting beneath them, his breathing slowing as the last of his strength faded.
Sophia chuckled softly, watching his body fully relax, his eyes fluttering shut. He was out, still cuffed to the bed, still sucking on her toes.
She sighed, stretching with a satisfied hum. “Sweet dreams, Ev,” she murmured, smirking as she nestled into her pillow. “Hope you’re ready for tomorrow.”
With that, she closed her eyes, drifting off into sleep—while Evan remained exactly where he belonged.