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Tom Ford
Royal Üye
Yaş: 26
Kayıt: 16.05.2003
Mesajlar: 3918
Şehir: İstanbul...
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dewam.. h-12
SPITTED ON BY MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND
I begin telling this true story with regret, regret that I do not have her anymore. Her name was Sarah, she was 5'6, long light brown hair and a perfect body. I was going out with her for about a month, I was 16 at the time, and Sarah was 14 (she was a year and a half younger than me) She was simply gorgeous, I couldn’t help but wondering if I was good enough for her, but I had a huge crush on her since I met her and I was very happy that I somehow managed to become her boyfriend. Man, was she beautiful!
What is very relevant to say regarding this TRUE experience is that Sarah was very experimental sex-wise. I found out that she wanted to try almost everything. She once tied me to the bed and sprayed my body with candle wax, even though I told her not too. During that night she also whipped me with my belt a couple of times, again without my approval. But she loved doing it and she didn’t care for my opinion. I must say, while she did this I actually got very aroused. I wasn’t much of a fan of that kind of torture-games, even though it was just soft, but the way Sarah did it got me aroused anyway. She was pretty dominant by nature, but that was one of the things why I loved her so much, together with her unsurpassable beauty. She often ordered me around a little bit, telling me to get her things, for example she ordered me to make her a sandwich, to get her a drink etc. etc. She didn’t ask me these things, she almost commanded me. I, being submissive to girls by nature, practically always did as she ordered, getting aroused by it in the process.
When we came home drunk from a night out, I often though about it asking her if I could be her slave for the night, doing everything she pleased, but I never dared to ask. I think Sarah would have said yes to it, but I just didn’t dare to lower myself that much in front of her. When I had the chance, I always secretly smelled the inside of her shoes when she wasn’t around, and I smelled and licked the socks and the nylons that she had been wearing very often. The biggest fetish I had though, was the dream of being spitted on by her, when we were kissing, I also often thought about asking her to spit in my mouth, but again, I didn’t have the courage.
Sarah was still a little childish in some situations, she had a more childish kind of humour, she liked the kind of music where 14-year olds listen to, and she watched completely other TV-shows and stuff. Sometimes that bothered me a little, but because of the fact that she was sooo incredibly gorgeous, and on top of that, was pretty dominant, I took it for granted. After all, it was also her childish behaviour that got me aroused many times: A couple of times when Sarah would lie on the couch in front of the TV, I asked her to move a little so I could join her on the couch. This was the only couch in the room that had a view to the TV, there was another couch but you couldn’t watch TV from there (there were also no chairs around) When I asked her to move, Sarah would often say: “No, you have to sit on the floor” I would tell her to move, but she just said something like: “I want to lay on the couch, go sit on the floor!” I sometimes pushed her a little bit aside so I could sit there anyway, but sometimes my submissive side showed up, and I simply complied to her and sat on the floor, while this young babe relaxed on the sofa. On top of that (when I sat on the floor on the foot-end of the couch like this) she often pressed her socked, nyloned or bare feet against the side of my face, resting them on my face and sometimes touching or covering my mouth with them for a couple of seconds (than she would remove them again). I loved this, and I never moved my face when she did this. She must have thought I just didn’t mind it, but I actually loved it!
I could mention a few other situations where you could conclude from that Sarah was pretty dominant and loved to order me around, but instead I will now go to the actual story, because that’s where it’s all about!
One day, Sarah’s parents went to do some groceries together with her little sister and we were outside in the back yard of her parent’s house. I started mowing the small piece of lawn because her parents asked me to, and she was standing in the window opening above me eating an apple. She called me: "Joe, come here for a second" I turned off the lawn mower and headed her way. I stopped and looked up at her, she was about 1,5 metres above my head. I than said "What is it?" The next thing I know she had a mouthful of her beautiful spit and chewed up apples, it was heading my way and then smack, the spit and apple combo landed right in my face, under my eye and drifted towards my mouth. She broke out laughing and looked down at me very sexy. I got aroused instantly. How did she know I had a spit fetish? Did she know? I didn't tell her I did. Maybe she didn't know and was just goofing around.
Anyways, I didn't leave; I still stood there, mesmerized by her divine spit and the face that a small amount of this spit was now slowly oozing into my mouth! I had a huge hard-on by now! Sarah probably didn’t see that I now tasted her spit, but she also didn’t apologize for spitting in my face.
I looked up and I saw Sarah laughing down at me and while she was laughing, she took another bite from the apple and started to chew on it. She chewed on it about 8 to 10 times while I still stood in place. I tasted the spit that had entered my mouth and decided to swallow it, with my dick straight up in the air. Sarah smiled at the look of my face with her spit on while she chewed on the bite of the apple she took. Than she positioned her face above mine again, and she dropped a spitball with apple-parts down at me for the second time! She must have thought that I would now move away, but surprisingly to her (and also to myself) I kept standing exactly under her, hoping her spit would hit my face again…. And it did!! Her second spitball with apple parts landed on my other cheek. It drifted down my cheek and my dick got even harder.
Sarah now laughed like crazy, and while she looked down on me, she saw I hadn’t moved an inch since her first spitball. I just kept looking up at her, admiring what she was doing to me, and hoping she would keep doing this. I didn’t say a word, I just looked up at her and loved every second of this.
After she spat for the second time, I was so aroused, I nearly wanted to ask her to keep spitting down on me like this. But than, Sarah suddenly said in a provocative tone: “What the hell! Do you have a hard-on Joe?” Oh No!! I thought, now she must know I love her spit. Embarrassed by this, I turned around and walked away from beneath the window. I had never felt so humiliated! But indeed, I loved how this gorgeous girl talked to me and I loved even more what she had just done to me, she really was a dominant teenager. I had never been spitted on in my entire life, although it had been a fantasy of mine for a long time. Now I didn’t only just get spitted on, but I got spitted on by my own girlfriend, who I had been dreaming to get spit on almost every night!! I actually had wet dreams in where she would spit on me, and in my mouth, while she was actually lying next to me in my bed!!
I now continued mowing the lawn; it was hard to see with her spit and chewed up apples in my eyes! I looked down at my pants and I saw that my hard-on was in fact clearly visible. I had no shirt on and just a swimming short and you could see my dick standing in the air. I thought about how I had humiliated myself by letting Sarah spit on me like this, and letting her know about the huge spitfetish I had. I wondered how this degrading act would change my relationship with her…. But just about a minute later my thinking got interrupted…..
….I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see who it was, before I could tell I felt a big gob of spit in my face again. I didn’t know what to do, so I just looked at her, or at least I tried to, because I couldn’t see very good, because my face was covered with her spit pretty well. While her third spitball drifted over my mouth and nose, and the apple parts fell off my face, Sarah looked at me pretty seriously and than said: “You like this?” I didn’t know what to answer, so I again just stood there and said nothing. Than Sarah suddenly grabbed my hard-on with her right hand and said:
"You’re pathetic, you get off on my spit?"
She now squeezed my dick with her right hand, while it was still in my pants and while she kept holding her apple in her left hand. She had me in total control, and I was in total ecstasy; I couldn’t help but thinking that this was all a dream again….but the spit on my face and the pain in my balls told me it was all 100% real. While Sarah squeezed my balls she asked: "What's the matter with you?"
I was now incredibly aroused…by body was shaking a little bit of all the sexual excitement I was feeling. Sarah now squeezed my balls even a little harder, while ordering in her known dominant voice: “Get down on the grass!”
I kneeled down on the grass, mostly to get rid of the pain in my balls, but also very interested in what Sarah was going to do now. While I kneeled on the grass, Sarah pushed my body flat on the grass by pushing her bare foot (she was barefoot) on my stomach. I fell on the ground, lying totally flat on the floor. Sarah now quickly sat down on my stomach and said while having a sexy grin on her face: "You are so pathetic, lying here in my backyard having a hard-on because I spit on you?" I just looked at her, in total humiliation of what I let her do to me.
"You want some more? More of my spit?" she asked. I just shook my head yes. Then she bit the last part from the apple and chewed on the last bite about half a dozen of times and leaned over me. She now dropped another ball of mixture of appleparts and saliva onto my face. And immediately after the appleparts where out of her mouth and on to my face, she spat a ball of her pure saliva onto my face, and it landed directly in my left eye. I couldn’t see anything through this eye now, so I kept this eye close, and tried to look throught my right eye. I succeeded in that, and I could see my gorgeous girlfriend pretty clear now. After she spitted on me like this, she laughed out loud and said: “You look ridiculous”
I just didn’t care…I wasn’t far away from coming now. Sarah threw her apple about 5 metres away from her, and looked down at me again. I was still overflown with her spit and I could only look through my left eye, which was also covered in some of her priceless saliva.
About 10 seconds after this spitball, Sarah stopped laughing for a second and said to me: “Ready for another one?” I chook my head, approving her to keep her precious white fluid coming. Than she suddenly said: “Well, than open your mouth!” I couldn’t believe what she was going to do with me! But I had to believe it, because I already heard her collecting her divine spit. I greedily opened my mouth wide and waiting for Sarah to collect enough of her spittle. About 10 to 15 seconds later, I saw from the through my right eye (which still had a reasonable view despite the amount of spit that had covered it) that she was ready to drop her first amount of pure spit in my mouth. I even opened up my mouth even wider, and tried to see more through my eyes covered in her spit. and I waited for my gift. All I could see clearly were Sarah’s lips and her spit, but that was enough for me. In knew how pretty my 14-year-old girlfriend was and it multiplied my sexual arousal and my excitement of the humiliation by a hundred!!
I looked up at her, and than I saw her leaning over my mouth and opening her mouth. Her long light brown hair touched my neck and the side of my cheeks and I also saw that the stream of spit kinda oozed from her lips. And not even a second later I already felt the first part of her spit touching my tongue. Sarah’s spit had an apple-y taste (of course because of her eating an apple seconds ago) and it was sooo humiliating and unbelievably arousing for me that I don’t know where to start to explain this to you people. You can’t know where I’m talking about, unless you have ever been spit in your mouth by such a hot young babe like I have been.
I was in heaven now, I was tasting a large amount of the pure saliva of my own girlfriend on my tongue. I looked up at Sarah, while I had never been so aroused in my life…. It was indescribable for me. I noticed Sarah had a huge smile on her face, she apparently loved doing this to me. I couldn't restrain myself, anymore, and while I swallowed Sarah’s delicious spit, I came right there, on the grass, in an earth-shattering orgasm…the best I had ever had! I even maid strong noised while I came….it made Sarah laugh at me…. She really had discovered my fetish now. I saw her looking down at me, mocking my complete degradation in front of her.
However, Sarah had fun in spitting on me, and she just kept sitting on my stomach after I had filled up my pants. She also just kept spitting on me… and I clearly didn’t want her to stop also. With my dick straight up, and while I still enjoyed the after-feeling of the best orgasm ever, Sarah continued spitting. She said to me: “Keep your mouth open Joe!” It was more an order…. But of course I complied. For some moments I kept thinking: ‘what is her parents get home?’…but after a while my extreme arousal swept away this thought.
Sarah now again collected spit in her mouth, and I looked at her with my visible eye…god she was gorgeous….god she was dominant!! About 20 seconds later Sarah spat in my mouth again. And I groaned from arousal when her precious saliva touched my tongue again. While I kept making noises, Sarah kept calling me names, like “Loser!” and “Pathetic freak”…but she loved doing it…and I loved how she humiliated me. For now, I just didn’t think how this would affect our relationship, I just though about getting as much of her spit in my mouth as possible, and getting as aroused as I had never felt before.
In the next two minutes, Sarah kept spitting and spitting, all of her spits were oozed into my mouth. Each time she spit in my face, I was making more and more strange noises and Sarah would just laugh at this, while humiliating me verbally even deeper.
Then, when she had spit in my mouth for about 5 times, she really started spitting, I'm talking about strong forceful spits. Although I had my mouth open as far as possible, Sarah would push my mouth open even wider with her hands, and she would spit hard into my mouth, her spit would already touch the back of my throat the moment it entered my mouth.
After doing this a couple of times (taking time to collect new spit after every spitball Sarah forcefully spitted deep into my mouth) she closed my nose with her hands. I still had my mouth wide open, but Sarah ordered (almost yelled): “Stick out your tongue!!” I stuck out my tongue, and I saw her collecting spit again. She looked at me and ordered: “Keep your tongue wide out!” … I had to keep my tongue out like this for about 20 to 30 seconds. After this, when Sarah decided she had collected enough of her saliva, she lowered her pretty face very close to my tongue, and she spitted a big ball of delicious saliva on my stretched tongue from about 10 centimetres away! While she spitted like this, her long light brown hair touched my cheeks more than it did all the previous she spitted into my mouth.
After she did this, I closed my mouth after the spitball oozed directly on my tongue, pulling my tongue back into my mouth. The moment this pure ball of saliva entered my mouth, and I looked up to my girlfriend, who was laughing at my ridiculous degredation, I actually had another small orgasm, feeling quite as good as the first one.
The moment I had swallowed this spitball Sarah looked down at me, seeing my intense arousal and my second orgasm. While she looked down at me, she smiled… and than I saw and heard Sarah clearing her throat, now really collecting saliva from her throat. She would probably get some snot now too. I looked up at her…admiring her beauty and her dominant appearance, while I got aroused of the thing she was doing.
She didn’t look at me while she was collecting spit and snot together. After about 10 seconds she did look back down at me. I greedily opened my mouth again and I was ready for this too. Normally I didn’t like the fact of drinking snot, but because I was already drinking spit, and feeling so over the top aroused by it…. I figured I was ready for this too!
She lowered her face to mine maybe already for the twentieth time (who’s counting?) and I saw her mouth open again. I didn’t saw a white fluid, but a thick green fluid coming out of her mouth, sliding directly into my open mouth. I looked and also felt a little thicker than the previous spitballs, and when it touched my tongue, it clearly also tasted a little different. I tasted a good amount of snot in my mouth. I looked up at her perfect young face and she looked seductively down at me… while ordering: “Swallow it!”
Of course I did this, and it tasted not that good…I clearly tasted some gooey snot. But this was even more humiliating than the normal spit, so I actually even got aroused by the fact that I had just swallowed my girlfriend’s pure snot!!
She kept sitting on me like this, and she was already collecting some new snot…but than suddenly we heard the car from her parents driving up the drive way. She quickly got off me and said: “The game’s over Joe” She walked back into the house on her bare feet, without looking back at me anymore. I quickly stood up from the grass too, and wiped my face clean with my t-shirt that I had dropped in the corner of the backyard. Than I quickly put this t-shirt back on, covering up the mess in my pants.
About two minutes later, Sarah’s mom entered the backyard through the door of the garage, with Sarah’s dad following with the groceries and Sarah sister with an icecream. I had turned the lawnmower back on and acted like nothing happened. I continued to mow the lawn, and I greeted her parents and Sarah’s little sister (named Jenny…short for Jennifer). About 10 minutes later I had finished doing this (It was a just about 3 square metres of grass) and Sarah hadn’t come back to me to check me out or something. I felt very very embarrassed and I didn’t dare to walk back into the house to see Sarah again…I felt very humiliated…but I actually still felt aroused by the amazing thing that had just happened.
Than I saw Sarah’s mom standing in the same window opening where Sarah had been spitting on me about half an hour ago, so I told her that I needed to head back home. She said: “I though you were staying for dinner?”… I than answered than I didn’t feel well. She said okay and she yelled to Sarah than I was heading home. Than her mom walked away from the window and Sarah appeared. I looked up at her and she smiled a little, as if she wanted to say: ‘Man, you are really pathetic’ I realized that her mom had walked to another room.
Sarah didn’t say anything though, she just looked at me with her destroying deep brown eyes and kept laughing down at me. I was soo embarrassed right now…and I actually didn’t know what to say… after about 5 seconds I said something like: “I’m going home know if that’s okay with you” She looked down at me and said: “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow than” I answered okay and when I walked towards the garage door, Sarah said: “Hey Joe!” … I looked back up to her, and watched how she slowly dropped a ball of her pure spit on the stone ground underneath the open window she was standing in. I closely watched her doing this, looking at her perfect mouth and the rest of her divine face, I got stiff again, and Sarah said seductively with a sexy voice: “Get that one off the ground before you go will ya!!”
After this hot sentence she walked away from the window, and I kept looking at that window for another 20 seconds, but she didn’t come back anymore. Than I watched through another window, inside the house and I saw her dad and her little sister sitting on the couch watching TV. Than I looked at the spitball that had landed on the stone ground. I quickly bowed down, pushed my finger through the spit, picking up as much spit as possible and walked through the garage-door. I closed the door and than I quickly licked all the spit off my finger. WOW! It was awesome!
We never ever talked about this spitting-thing anymore. I just didn’t dare to bring it up again because I was too ashamed. She broke up with me about two weeks later; she said it was because she didn’t love me anymore. I saw her again a couple times in the next two years, because we had a couple of the same friends, and when they threw a party, we both were there. We would talk a minute or so…but that was it. Now she's gone, I haven't seen her in 7 years, I only have these memories of her.
You see this was the major advantage that I had a girlfriend at the time who was younger than me, and a little childish and pretty dominant at the time. Sarah looked at this spitting-thing as one of her games. She liked being in control and she loved doing crazy things. She did think I was pathetic that I liked this, but she continued doing it anyway. I don’t believe that a non-dominant 18 or 19 year-old would have kept spitting on me like this, they would just call me a freak and run off. Even a dominant 18 or 19 year old teenager would not easily play this as far as Sarah did.
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Tom Ford
Royal Üye
Yaş: 26
Kayıt: 16.05.2003
Mesajlar: 3918
Şehir: İstanbul...
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dewam...h-13
MY FIRST GIRLFRIEND
NOTE: I haven’t checked the grammar in this story.
When I was 18, I met my first girlfriend, Gianna. At first it was just like any normal relationship, complete with our share of little game playing. One of the things we used to do, though, would change my life forever. It all started out when Gianna asked me how much I loved her and I told her that I loved her enough to bow down and actually kiss her feet (not thinking that she would take me up on the offer). Not only did she ask me to do this but she had me do it every night. It did not matter to her if we were on the beach walking around barefoot all day or if her feet were in her sneakers without socks and sweating that day, my job had become to worship her feet for longer and longer periods each and every night. This took a turn for the worse when one day we were in a terrible argument over something I had done and Gianna pointed to the floor and told me, "You better get down on your hands and knees and kiss my feet and beg for forgiveness or you are out of here!". I loved her so much and did not want to lose her so I did fulfill her request. She was still furious after half an hour of my begging and decided to call her friend Diane, who never really liked me just like all of Gianna's friends. She explained what had happened and Dianne must have asked where I was and I heard Gianna casually say, "Oh, he's here on the floor kissing my feet right now". This must have freaked Diane out because I heard Gianna trying to convince her that it was true for 5 minutes before she eventually told her to come over and see for herself. Now let me explain that I am a straight male and am not really into kissing my girlfriend/owners feet much less someone that I do not particularly like. This meant nothing to Gianna. She hung up the phone and pulled me up to my knees by my hair explained to me what would be required of me when her friend arrived, and I obeyed because I did not want to lose the love of my life. Then the doorbell rang and my life would never be the same. As instructed I answered the door and let Diane in. She had a look on her face as if she was still trying to figure out if this was real or not. Once in the living room Diane said hi to her friend and sat down. It was then that I knew my instructions but wasn't sure if Gianna would actually make me do it or if she were bluffing. So I just stood there. Gianna looked at me and said, Well...we’re waiting". At this point I swallowed my pride and got on my hands and knees and crawled to Diane and bowed my head down and said, "Diane, I am now Gianna's slave. Would you like me to clean your sneakers with my tongue for you?" There was still hope, maybe Diane could not put anyone through such humiliation and would refuse out of kindness. No such luck. After about a minute of her hysterical laughter, Diane said, "Sure, I have been waiting to do something like this to you for a long time now. Start with the tops". Like a good slave I bowed my head and for the first time in my life, actually began licking someone's dirty sneaker. As I licked, I could hear them talk as if I were a piece of property. They said this is a dream come true and that it was something every girl should own. When the tops were finished I thought I was done, and then to my horror, sat back, put her feet up and pointed, saying "allright, now I want the bottom of my sneakers to look just like the day I bought them". Without knowing why I didn't run, I did this and gave them blackmail material on me forever. The next day I woke up hoping that this would be something that would be forgotten and never repeated again. Silly me. Gianna and her friends were all 18 and seniors in high school. I was a recent graduate and not doing anything that day. Around 1:00 I got a phone call from her between classes and she told me to be at her house (I had the key) and waiting for her on my hands and knees with my head bowed to the floor at 3:00. When the time came and I bowed down waiting for her I was so nervous, not having any idea what to expect. I heard the door open and saw Gianna's shoes walk next to me, then I saw Diane’s walk to the other side, and then to my absolute horror, I saw a third unidentified pair. When Gianna told me to kneel upwards, I looked up into the eyes of my most hated enemy, Melissa. A little background on Melissa: she was Gianna's friend who she had to stop seeing because me and her were always at each others throats. I had spit on Melissa once, thrown a slap at her, and called every name under the sun until I told Gianna it was either her or me, and at the time the choice was me. Now I am on my knees in front of her and I see her grab me by the hair, pull my head back and spit a gigantic wad of spit right in my face before she even says a word. Melissa broke out laughing at me and told me to bow down and clean every speck of dirt off of her shoes and told me that my impending punishment would be more severe if I didn't. As she relaxed and I knelt, she would have me tell her how sorry I was for the stuff I did in the past and have me answer while still licking the bottom of her shoes. The other girls laughed at how my speech sounded with my tongue dragging across the bottom of Melissa’s footwear.
This bring me to my life today. For the last six months I have stayed kneeling every day at three o'clock only to have Gianna, Diane, Melissa, and three other girls come over Gianna's every day after school. My duties are:
Shoe cleaning: I must crawl to all six girls and lick clean the top and bottom of their sneakers, no matter what they stepped in (usually on purpose).
Feet cleaning: I then wash my mouth with soap and crawl back to them and take off their shoes and socks. At this point I start with licking in between each toe and swallowing the toy jam, them I suck each toe and chew any long toenails and swallow them, then I lick the top and bottom of their bare feet until they push my face away with the bottom of their foot.
Toilet service: This all takes place in the basement and the bathroom is upstairs. Gianna tells me that her friends shouldn't have to walk all the way upstairs to go to the bathroom as long as I am there. Melissa always tells me that she holds it in day in school, no matter how much she ate or drank just waiting for me. I don't think that Melissa has even used a toilet that much in the last six months.
Air freshener: The girls do not like the smell when one of them has gas so my job is to sit on the floor in front of a chair, tilt my head back so it is face up on the seat, and then whoever has to will pull her pants down and sit with my face up the crack of her ass and fart directly into my open mouth so that I can suck it up and they don't have to smell it. Melissa usually "accidentally" forgets to stop sitting on my face for a few minutes after farting.
Punching bag: Whenever one has a breakup or it's that time of the month, I stay on my hands and knees and am kick, punched, spit on, and beaten for as long as it takes to make them feel better. Doormat: There is not a day that goes by where I do not have all six standing on me at once. Luckily, there combined weight is only about 650 pounds. usually they will all stand on me, the one who is standing on my face will wipe her bare feet off on it for about a minute, then get off and go to the back of the line (my legs) and wait her turn again. This is done to toughen me up for when they have a party in the future and I will be the doormat.
Ashtray: I stay on my hands and knees with my mouth open while Melissa (the only smoker) taps her ashes into my mouth. And finally,
Amusement: They like to sit in a wide circle, blindfold me, and have me crawl to whomever I think snapped their fingers and kiss their feet. If I am right, I go back to the middle and await the next snap, if I am wrong, the person whose feet I kissed gets to spit in my face and I try again.
So this is my life now and I hope you have enjoyed it. My owners have also told me to say that I am available for parties with them only requiring a small fee for my services. Oh well, I have to go, it's almost three o'clock.
PART 2
My girlfriend/owner Gianna had told me for quite some time that she was
trying to get her friend's to rent me out for cash but I never thought
she was serious. As it turns out, I was wrong. On Wednesday, October
15th, I was told by Gianna that I had been "rented out for the weekend"
by her girlfriend Lizanne. It was for the weekend of October 17th-19th,
traditionally known in the summer resort city of Wildwood, N.J. as
'Irish weekend'. At first I was scared but with the constant
foot-licking and toilet service for six females, I hardly had a chance
to think about it for the two days before it happened. Then came Friday
at 6:00.
It began just like a normal day of servitude and I didn't even realize
that it was Friday. Then, at 6:00, there was a knock at the door. I was
told to open it and in came Lizanne. She was about 5'8" and about 155
pounds but all in the legs, butt, and boobs, and she had a beautiful
face with shoulder length brown hair. When she came in I quickly
remembered my situation and was scared to death. I didn't even really
like serving Gianna and her friends but I just had to be near Gianna so
I put up with whatever I had to do. Now I would have to serve a total
stranger and not even be near my love of my life for a whole weekend. I
thought of saying "No", but knew that I would never see Gianna again. So
I agreed. Lizanne looked nervous and unsure of what she could actually
do and what was exaggerated about my duties. Gianna sensed this so as
Lizanne was paying her she had me lay on my stomach and she stood full
weight on my back and told Lizanne it would be allright for her to stand
on my head while they talked. At first Lizanne was cautious about it,
but that would be the last time. Within seconds, I had the entire weight
of a total stranger standing right on my face while Gianna gave her
instructions and counted 'her' money. After a two minute discussion like
this, I was told to crawl to each of my six owners, kiss their feet and
beg them to spit in my face once more before I left, which I did.
Now I was led out to the car by Lizanne and still had no idea what the
weekend had in store for me. Once we got to the car, much to my horror,
there were three other girls in it, all about 20 years of age like
Lizanne. In front was Erin (a blonde haired, blue-eyed girl), in the
back seat were Lora (a brown haired girl) and April (a tall blonde). I
was told to lie on the floor in the back seat under the sneakers of
April and Lora, who were still in shock and did not know if I were going
to tell them to piss off if they ordered me to lick their shoes or if I
would do it. Lora rested her feet on my legs and April put one foot on
my shoulder and the other on the back of my head as I layed on my
stomach for the two hour ride. Lizanne told them that she stood on my
face in the house and that Gianna told her a bunch of stuff they could
do to me (I didn't hear what it was in the house due to the fact that
Lizanne's sneakers were pressed against my ears). The three other girls
just agreed with her on everything, not wanting to offend me as if they
still thought of me as a person at this point. That would all soon
change.
Soon we were in Wildwood, 90 miles from home, and the girls checked in
and then told me to carry their massive amount of luggage into the room
as they sat and rested from the trip. When I was done (after 5 trips up
and down the stairs) the curtains were drawn and I was first ordered to
my hands and knees by Lizanne and warned to "not get up until Sunday
afternoon for any reason or I was dead!" The other girls watched in
amazement as she told me to crawl to her and clean her shoes, which I
did. As I did this she told me that her and the girls would only be
wearing shoes to the nightclubs and that the rest of the time they would
be walking on the beach and boardwalk barefoot and my job would be to
clean their feet right when they came in, one after the other while they
sat and relaxed. I answered "Yes Lizanne" as I licked and the other
girls broke out in laughter (their first bit of humiliating me and not
worrying about hurting my feelings). After I cleaned the bottoms, she
took off her shoes, as did the other girls, and Lizanne said to them,
"Come on, let's go for a walk". When they left I was shaking like a
leaf. I was thinking, who are these girls and how did I get here? I did
not want to lick their feet clean from all that sand and dirt all
weekend. I did not even know them at all! After an hour and a half, the
door opened and in walked the girls, all smelling of alcohol. Lizanne
sat back and said, "Allright slaveboy, clean these feet". As she sat
back and I first licked in between each toe, the other girls got a close
look and all laughed and siad "Ewwwwe" as I swallowed a big piece of toe
jam that they spotted. They cracked up laughing when I obediently sucked
each toe and licked the top and the filthy, dirty soles spotless. It
took about 15 minutes since the bottoms were almost pitch black, but I
finished. Next was Lora, who said "Yo, slave-clean these!" 15 minutes
later April sat back and simply said, "Next". This was followed by Erin,
the most soft spoken of the bunch who just sat back and put her feet up
and smiled without saying a word.
As I cleaned their feet the others were showering and getting ready to
go out again. When they did, I was ordered to stay under the bed in case
they brought guys back to get laid. Luckily, they didn't all weekend. At
4:00 A.M., they returned drunk as ever. April walked in first and said
"Yoo-hoo, slaveboy. Come out, come out". As I was coming out head first,
April took the opportunity to step on my face with both feet and crack
up laughing at what she was doing, after about 30 seconds she got off
and a barefooted Lora stepped on the front of my face and said "Kiss the
bottom of my feet you piece of shit". There was the key word. I heard
Lizanne say "Oh my God, I forgot the absolute best part. Lora, get off
and check this out". Lora did and to my horror I saw beautiful Lizanne
pull her pants down and sit with her ass crack covering my mouth as I
was still 90% under the bed. Within seconds I heard a gigantic fart
which was followed up by the largest piece of shit that had ever been
put in my mouth. She must have been holding it in for a week. As I
chewed and chewed with Lizanne still farting on my face I could hear the
other girls cracking up and one of them saying "Hurry up, I have to go".
This is not pleasant when you don't even know who is next to shit in
your mouth. After Lizanne, it turned out to be Lora who didn't miss a
beat and went to town with shit and gas right in my mouth in front of
her friends. During the next two days, Lizanne would go two more times,
Erin once, Lora once more, and April twice. The number of times that
they would pass gas on me was way too high to count. By Sunday, I had
also cleaned every one of their grimy bare feet about ten times each
foot. I was spit on too many times to count (even by shy and quiet Erin,
much to my surprise), I had them stand on my face for minutes each time
about ten times each, and swallowed more urine than there was water in
the hotel's pool. The maid did not know it but there was literally no
reason at all for her to even touch the toilet bowl when we checked out,
it was never used. I had to sleep on my hands and knees at the foot of
Lizanne's bed with her big toe in my mouth the entire night and was told
that when I heard each of them wake up that I better crawl over to where
they were sleeping and make sure that their first step was on my face or
else! Besides what I already told you that I ate the only other food was
of my choosing exept that the rules were that whatever I picked would
have to fit under one of their feet in their sneaker while they went out
and walked on the boardwalk for an hour or so. I ate a banana, some
bread, french fries, and even a hot dog from right out of their sweaty,
smelly sneakers during the weekend.
By Sunday, usually my only day off from slave service, we went home. As
a 'reward' for my efforts, Gianna and my other five queens had assembled
to greet me and put me through my paces because they"missed me so much".
When I was returned though, Gianna had invited the other girls in for
some drinks and I spent Sunday serving a personal record TEN cruel,
bitchy females (each one of them gorgeous) in every manner that I
described before. On that day I ate the wastes of eight girls, which is
a personal record I don't think I will ever come close to again. I do
not think I will ever forget this 'Irish weekend'.
PART 3
After being returned from Lizanne back to Gianna, I realized something
odd in the next few weeks---I missed Lizanne and was hoping to hear
everyday that she was renting my services again. As I worked at cleaning
my six owners shoes and feet everyday, my heart was just not into it as
before. While I never did enjoy doing these things, I had always done
them because that was what made Gianna happy and I loved the ground she
walked on. But now my feelings were changing. I no longer loved Gianna
but instead could not stop thinking about the time I spent slaving for
Lizanne and her friends for the weekend. So I decided to take a bold
chance. I no longer wanted to be Gianna's slave and considered telling
her and her friends to go fuck themselves before I left but decided that
maybe I shouldn't make them madder than I would and have the whole world
know my secrets so I just did not show up at Gianna's house one day and
instead went to Lizanne's.
When I arrived, I stood on her step for about 10 minutes not having the
courage to knock. What if she did not like having a slave and that is
why she never tried it again? What if she had a new permanent slave and
I would be left without Gianna or Lizanne? Finally, I knocked. When
Lizanne answered she looked surprised to se me. She said, "What's up?
Did Gianna send you over?" This is when I told her my feelings and she
sat quietly and thought about it while I stood before her. After a few
minutes she said, "Allright, I guess I could stand loosing my friend
Gianna if it meant gaining a full-time slave." With this I got on my
hands and knees and began to thank her when she stopped me in my tracks.
She said that I would have to agree to sign paperwork saying that she
owned me and could do as she pleased, including selling or killing me
(paperwork or no, I don't think this was legal but it made her feel more
secure of her slave, so I signed). After signing, the next few weeks
were wonderful, I served as her ashtray, her shoe shiner, her foot
cleaner, and her toilet 24 hours a day as she owned her own home and
made me move in. I had never heard from Gianna or anyone else in the
real world for many weeks until one day when Lizanne told me that she
had decided to take offers on selling me. When I heard this my heart
sank and I almost began to cry. I thought of running away, like with
Gianna, but remembered the paper I signed and did not want to break my
word to the beautiful Lizanne. The next few weeks would be the first
contact I had with anyone other than my owner.
The first prospective buyers were two girls that I had known before I
became a slave. One was my old buddy Jack's ex-girlfriend Maria and her
friend Candy. When I first saw them I was on my hands and knees with
Lizanne's five toes in my mouth for about an hour while she watched T.V.
when the doorbell rang. She yelled, "Come in" and my palms grew sweaty
as I had no idea who was coming in but knew that whoever it was would
see me in this position. When I saw it was Maria I almost shit myself. I
remembered stories Jack used to tell me before he moved away of how she
was a lunatic and would swing baseball bats at him and stuff when she
got mad. Well, she didn't change. She had come over with her friend to
try me out. She looked at me on my hands and knees sucking Lizanne's
toes and said, "Oh, I used to know him". After that Lizanne told me to
take her foot out of my mouth and face Maria on my knees and not move a
muscle. I had to stay still as I watched her swing her leg back like a
football placekicker and kick me right in the face with all of her might
just for her amusement. As I fell to the ground I had never felt so much
pain in my life. Before I knew what hit me, her friend's sneaker sole
casually was stepping on the side of my cheek and was followed by the
other one along the side of my forehead. As Candi stood on my head,
Maria talked about the price for my ownership and it was the most
physical pain that I had ever felt. Before they left two hours later,
Maria had stood on the front of my face and wiped off her shoes and her
bare feet after I licked them clean, and Candi had spit in my face about
twenty times and made me eat the largest piece of shit I had ever seen,
directly from her ass of course. As it turns out, they weren't serious
about buying but only came over for a free sample.
The next to come over was two days later. I also knew her--it was Mira
Van Enngle, the richest and most beautiful girl in the city. Every guy
wanted her not only for her beauty but for her father's money too. With
this combination all of her life, Mira was the most spoiled girl in the
city and took everything for granted. She came over and poked and
prodded at me like someone would at the tires of a used car. She sat and
relaxed and questioned Lizanne about me with her legs crossed as I
licked the dirt off of the bottom of her boots like it was normal for
her to get this kind of service (with her lifestyle, it might have
been). After the shoes, she casually mentioned that her "feet were
sweaty and she would need them cleaned." I was so amazed by how she
really seemed to think that she deserved this and was not at all taken
back by another human being licking the sweat and dirt off of her bare
feet as she sat and relaxed. Thanks to the full length mirror in
Lizanne's living room, I was able to observe how she just was able to
casually finish the last fifteen minutes of her conversation with
Lizannne as she stood on my face. She would not have felt any different
if she were standing on a pillow instead of a human head. When she was
finished talking she said goodbye to Lizanne, walked off of my face, and
left without every acknowledging my presence. The second she was out the
door, Lizanne was back to watching T.V. and my foot kissing continued.
In the last two weeks I have had four more potential 'buyers' come over;
three militant black females who made me crawl to them and kiss their
feet as they yelled at me, a heavy set girl who, thankfully, was afraid
to walk on me but loved farting on my face, Lora, Lizanne's friend from
the Irish Weekend, who always seems to want to try me out when she has
to go to the bathroom reallly bad, and two gothic girls who had me lick
their boots clean as they told Lizanne they needed a practice dummy for
their cult rituals (thank God they were broke). So for now I am still
Lizanne's slave but who knows what tomorrow holds. When and if anything
happens, and if I am physically able to get to a computer, you guys will
read about it. Until then, pray for me that my new owner is not too
rough on me.
THE END
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Royal Üye
Yaş: 26
Kayıt: 16.05.2003
Mesajlar: 3918
Şehir: İstanbul...
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dewam...h-14
PERSONAL SERVANT FOR MY YOUNGER SISTER
My sister is 2 years younger, she is very beautiful girl and even when she was 15 she did some modelling work for some agencies. Once when she was 13 and I 15 I asked her for a joke if she want a foot rub and she said yes, so after that I gave her massages and foot rubs almost every day. Even at the age of 15 she was a real knock out; tall, brunette, long legs, and very nice feet, well shaped, with small beautiful toes. She is not a dominant type of person (but she liked foot rubs)and she didn't liked taking advantage of me so I was always offering myself to do the things for her to seem good brother or for a joke, but I liked serving her. I used to give her massages, foot rubs, pedicures, do her room and stuff like that, but any time I wanted to cross the line of dominating she was getting embarrassed and she was stopping the game. Anyway, once when I was 17 and she was 15 the following happened…
That day she was really upset for some reason and when I was back from school she came to me and told me to give her a foot massage with a commanding voice. I noticed that she was nervous so I immediately said “Ok”. She told me to wait for her in her room while she was getting a shower. I did just like she told me and as it was really hot I took off my clothes and awaited her just in my boxers. I was really turned on by the situation so I kneeled by her bed and I was thinking that is strange for her to act that way because she was always nice with everybody(me included).So she enters the room with just a towel wrapped around her and she lays on her belly on her bed. Then she took a magazine from the table near the bed and ordered me to start with an arrogant voice. I asked : "do you want me to put a pillow under your feet?"(I always do that but I wanted to hear it from her) she said : “yes” and then she just started to read. I begin massaging her while being still on my knees, man was I aroused by her sudden arrogance!
At one point when I was massaging her legs the phone rings. The phone was situated by the foot of the bed, I answered it, it was her friend Tina, so I give the phone to Barbara (that is my sisters name), and she tells me to go out and to wait in front of the room while she talks to her friend. I couldn't believe she told me this. I, her older brother, just like her servant had to go out of her room!?
I was so turned on that I crawled on all fours out. She didn't say anything, but usually she didn't like to see me act so humiliating. I was in front of her room , but I took a look inside and I saw from her ass down, one foot on the leather pillow, and other foot she was playing with the phone wire with her toes. When she finished she called me and I immediately continue to massage her gorgeous foot while she was continue to read the magazine not paying attention to me. I massaged her toes one by one and ask her did she like it , and she was actually giving me orders like :other foot now, do my toes again, without please, just like a spoiled child. After some time she fell asleep and I was so turned on that I kneeled by her feet on the pillow and I licked her soles like a real slave, I licked between each toe and sucked her big toe like it was best candy in the world. It really tasted great. She had silver painted toenails that I personally had painted. It was really great experience and later I found out that she was nervous that day because she had important casting and she was nervous about that.
This is 100% true story, it was my first total foot experience. please, if anyone want to give comments or talk about foot worship experiences,
contact me at: stefnot99@hotmail.com
PART 2
This is a part 2 of my first story but it is just the base of the story that is true, other is just my fantasy. This happened when I was 18 and Barbara (my sister)was 16. Barbara called her friend Sandra to come over to our house for a weekend. It was Saturday evening and my parents were out until Sunday afternoon. Sandra is red haired girl with cute face, not very tall, green eyes, average body and nice feet but not well taken cared like Barbara s that I personally take care. I was out all evening and I didn't know Sandra is going to come and I turned back unexpectedly earlier. The reason why I didn't like Sandra in our house is because a week earlier when I was in one club with my friends I met here there and she was coming on to me and as she was little drunk and I already had a girl I refused her and she was very mad about that so later I tried to avoid her.
Anyway, that night as I entered the house I see Barbara and Sandra on the couch in the living room with all the room in mess, bottles of my dad’s champagne on the table, they were smoking and they were giggling watching TV. they were wearing just T-shirts and panties and they were of course barefooted. They called me to join them, they were pretty arrogant, but as I was tired and little bit shocked by the fact they drink I said I wanted to go sleep. Then Barbara said:” but look what I got here" she had some papers in her hand. I figure out that she had some foot stories I printed from some footsites. I was so embraced.
"you don't want me to show this stuff to mum and dad, ha? Or maybe your friends would like to know about things that turn you on, footboy?"- Barbara said with a smile. I was so scared, said please no.
"so come here , we'll have a little party" Barbara said.
"but what do you want from me?"- I asked. then Sandra said:” first of all , I wanna see you naked.” I was shocked, I expected my sister will say no, but she just said: ”did you hear what Sandra said? So do it!” I started to undress slowly, they were giggling, watching me and smoking. I had a hard on and when I took off my boxers, they laughed for 2 minutes. I was so humiliated I didn't know what to do. Than Barbara said: "ok, we have a guest here, why don t u show her how r u good giving footropes, I'll take a look at these papers. Sandra was sitting on the couch with her legs on the table in front of her. so I kneeled in front of her and was about to take her foot but she slapped me with it in my face and said: ”you didn't asked me permission to touch my foot , asshole"
Barbara was laughing like crazy. Then I bowed down and said: ”may I please have a perdition to touch your feet, Miss Sandra?" she didn't say anything for about one minute ,she just looked at me from above and smoking easily, and then she give me perdition’s massage her feet for some time and then Barbara ordered me to crawl to her. She was sitting with her legs crossed so when I came to her as I was on all fours I had her toes few centimetres from my nose.
"kiss my foot!" - she said. I gently kissed her big toe. Then she raised her foot and told me to kiss her sole. I start kissing her beautiful sole.” Lick it !"she ordered. I licked all the dirt from her sole because she was going barefoot all evening. Sandra was laughing and then she called me to crawl to her. When I was at her feet she said:” I want u to apologize to me for your behaviour last Saturday, asshole" I start kissing her foot(that foot was on the floor , the other was on the table)and begging:” please Miss Sandra forgive me for being such an idiot, please, I don t deserve beautiful princess like You, I deserve just to be Your foot slave ,nothing more" She said:” look me in the eyes!" I raised my head and I saw a sadistic look in her green eyes, she was enjoying it. She then slapped me 2 times and said: "oh how I like to see u like the peace of shit u r, continue, beg!” I continued for some time while she was drinking slowly my dad s champagne. Later they made me be their footstool, and they also put an ashtray on my back so I had to stay immobile because ashtray could fall and they would punish me for that. Later they were little bit tired and drunk so they went to Barbara s room to sleep. I had to rub their feet once they were in bed and they also told me that tomorrow they want me to bring them breakfast in the bed. When they felt asleep, I kissed their feet once again and I crawled out ,naked, humiliated but so happy. Next morning when I woke up I immediately started to prepare a breakfast for my Goddesses. When I done it I brined it to my sisters room and knocked.
"who is it?" - they asked.
"oh, it s me."- I answered.
"who the fuck is it?"- they asked again.
"it is Your slave with Your breakfast" - I said.
"ok, come in slave, and bring it on your knees"- Sandra said.
I serve them breakfast , and Barbara said that in their presence I have to be on my knees always. While they were eating , they were throwing the food on the floor and I had to pick it up with my mouth and eat it. Then Sandra put pieces of toast between her toes and she made me eat it. Later , they were drinking coffee, and Barbara, still laying on the bed, put her right foot on the pillow on the floor besides bed and said to me:” now slave, I want u to show me how u admire and worship my right foot. I want you to worship it like it’s the most precious object in the world and I want you to tell me how great I am"
I start to kiss and lick her beautiful foot like it is most important thing in the world, like it my life depends on it and I was begging :"Miss Barbara, You are so great, You are the Queen of the world, all the humanity should be at your Royal feet, I am just a slave that is equal to the dirt under your little toenail, thank you so much for giving me the honour of serving your gorgeous, great Foot"
She was just drinking slowly her coffee, and watch me like I am the peace of shit. She was really enjoying it and I understood that those Goddesses really deserve to be worshiped like that.
THE END
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Royal Üye
Yaş: 26
Kayıt: 16.05.2003
Mesajlar: 3918
Şehir: İstanbul...
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dewam...h-15
DOMINATED BY MY SISTER
It began one evening about a year ago. My sister, Lisa, and I were sitting in the family room watching television. Lisa was sitting on the couch and I was sitting on the floor in front of the couch just to the left of her.
She had her shoes off and was resting her legs on the ottoman with just her socks on.
I noticed an odor in the air and had a little trouble recognizing it at first. It was kind of a sweet yet pungent odor. I had smelled it before, though I remember it being much stronger. This was lighter almost like a wisp floating across my nostrils. It was strange but I found this fragrance, I hesitate to call it a smell because it was almost like a perfume to me, to be exciting, mysterious, and yet something forbidden.
A short time later Lisa took off her socks, white cotton sports socks. I remember she had played a game of soccer earlier in the evening and it finally dawned on me she was resting her tired feet after the game.
As I shifted my gaze slightly to the right I could see her feet bare and finally able to breath. I found this site to be absolutely beautiful. Her feet were about size 8 with a graceful curve to her arch and a smooth sweeping curve to her instep. Her toes were long and straight. They were manicured perfectly with cuticles pushed back and nails trimmed just exactly. Even the surface of her toenails was buffed to a high shine looking like sparkling jewels laying on a pillow beside me.
Her feet, to me, were perfect. I guess somewhat ordinary and yet intensely erotic. I found myself stirring sexually, not erect, but at that stage where my @#%$ began to firm. I was startled from my musings when I heard her voice. I didn’t quite catch it and asked “What?”
“Jeeze my feet are tired and sore from the game today. I must have run a thousand miles,” she said sounding tired.”
I though about what she had said for a bit and stuttered, “I, I, I’ll massage your feet for you if you think it will help.” I was scared because I didn’t know what her response was going to be. My sister and I were like most siblings. It was kind of a love/hate relationship. I was scared, would she let me touch her beautiful feet or humiliate and deride me as a pervert.
She answered and my mind soared, “Having my feet massaged would probably be just the thing. I’ll take you up on your offer, if you are sure you don’t mind.”
Mind, if Lisa only knew how excited I was that she said OK. My mind raced with anticipation and my heart began to beat faster and faster. I realized that the bulge in my crotch was a little more firm now and I was afraid to get up for fear she would realize what this was doing to me. I was only wearing sweat pants since I had taken a shower earlier and had not bothered to put on clean underwear yet. I liked the way my @#%$ flops around in these loose baggy pants. But, right now I wish I had put on a jock strap.
I scooted around in front of the ottoman and carefully lifted her legs so that I could slide it back. This allowed these gorgeous idols to rest over the end and gave me access to their entire surface. I got on my knees and sat back on my heels, I was careful to pin my @#%$ and balls between my thighs so they would not give me away.
The fragrance was stronger now and it dawned on me what it was. It was the odor of Lisa’s feet. The sweet smell of girl skin, smooth and devoid of hair mixed with the essence of her exertion on the soccer field. In short, it was her sweaty feet.
I inhaled the heady perfume and my @#%$ jumped to a nearly complete erection. Thank God I pinned it between my legs so she could not witness my embarrassment.
I took her left foot in my hands with my thumbs against the sole. Gently, yet firmly I pressed my thumbs into the muscles kneading them, moving from heel to the tips of her toes. I was working out the soreness and fatigue with my hands.
“Oh, that feels so good, Big Bro. You have really good hands,” she said.
This fueled my desire to be the best foot massager she could imagine. I continued to work the soles back and forth from heel to toe tip. I took one toe on each pass and carefully massaged the joints running my fingers through the moist pungent flesh between each one. It was almost 30 minutes before Lisa said anything…
“Do the other one now, Bri.”
I put this sexy appendage slowly down on the ottoman and picked up the other and began the process all over again, from heel to toe, heel to toe. The sweet perfume filling my nostrils and I began to feeling intoxicated by the scent. My head was spinning and my knees shaking slightly. I hoped Lisa didn’t notice.
I spun around and, placing my hands on the ottoman, hoisted myself into a position sitting with my back to her. I spread my legs slightly careful that she would not see my rock hard teen @#%$ straining to escape my sweats. Damn, why didn’t I put on shorts, but I was too far past the point of no return. I was going to massage these wonderful appendages for as long as I could get Lisa to let me.
I wiggled slightly sideways and took one of Lisa’s shapely legs and laid it on my thigh. Taking my hands I placed them on either side with my thumbs running down the ridge of her instep. Pulling my thumbs to the side I firmly ran my hands over the muscles again kneading and stroking the tension from her body…all of it draining through the object of my fascination displayed before me. It took nearly another 30 minutes to complete the massage of her shapely foot from ankle down to Achilles tendon and from the top of her graceful instep to the tips of her perfect toes.
“Big Bro, you should get a job doing this…you are GREAT!”
I stood up with my back facing her and sidestepped to the left sitting again and taking her other foot into my hot trembling hands. Again I repeated my performance wanting to make it last as long as I could. This was the last time I may ever get a chance like this and I couldn’t waste a moment. I slowed my manipulation of her foot and took nearly 45 minutes to finish…even then I would not have stopped except…
“Hey Bri, I’m really tired and your massage has relaxed me so much I’m getting really sleepy. I can barely keep my eyes open. I think I am going up to bed.”
I reluctantly released this desirous object and told her that I thought I was going to watch a little of the news since it was now 11pm. Besides I wasn’t sure I could walk straight since my raging @#%$ was standing stiff and impatient for release.
She leaned forward and picked up her shoes and socks and bending down brushed her lips against my forehead in a sisterly kiss goodnight.
“Thank you Bro, you were just the medicine my poor feet needed.”
Turning she left the room and I heard her say goodnight to mom and dad, I had completely forgotten they were in the house. Then to my straining ears came the sound of those soft feet padding up the stairs to her room.
I sat there thinking about what had happened and how I felt about it. Why did I find Lisa’s feet so erotic…I didn’t know…I just did!
About 15 minutes later I gathered myself together and headed up the stairs to my room. Closing the door behind me I lay down on the bed thinking of Lisa and the massage. I raised my hands to my face and inhaled deeply. The sweet fragrance was still on my hands. I felt the urge to never wash them again. I guess I was pretty much aware that the odds of this happening again were pretty slim, but I had the experience and it was so intense I knew it would last a long time in my memory.
As I lay there my @#%$ continued to leak pre-cum at the very thought of what had happened. I have had some, what I thought, were huge erections, but this was so hard it actually ached with the need for release. But, I didn’t…I just lay there thinking…how was I going to capture that fragrance again.
I drifted off to sleep with dreams so vivid that they woke me at around 3am. My @#%$ was still hard and jerking for release. I had to get some of that intoxicating perfume some how. Then it dawned on me.
I quietly got up from my bed and walked to the door. Slowly opening it so as not to make a sound I moved into the hallway. With fear making my head pound and my heart race I moved to Lisa’s bedroom door. Again, carefully I opened the door and peered into the darkness. When my eyes began to get used to the dark I looked around. Sure enough there were Lisa’s tennis shoes and socks lying on the floor. I quietly crossed the room bent down and picked up these treasures. I backed out and quietly closed the door behind me. I nearly ran back to my room with my stolen treasures, excited with my find.
Getting safely back to my room I closed the door quietly and then leaned against it with a sigh. I did it!
When my heart finally quit pounding I took a step and placed my stolen booty in a pile on the floor. I nearly jumped out of my sweats and stood there naked staring at those wonderful new possessions. My @#%$ stood as rigid as an iron bar, jerking as if to pull me toward that small pile of pleasure.
I knelt before the pile worshiping its power. I leaned forward placing my nose against the socks and shoes and inhaled deeply the pungent odor my mind had demanded. My @#%$ was jumping like a Mexican Jumping Bean leaking @#%$-oil into a puddle on my bedroom carpet. I Straightened up and hesitantly grabbed for one of the socks. Bringing it to my nose I again inhaled its aroma then wrapped it around my aching @#%$ and began to slide my hand back and forth. The smooth material was tantalizing on my hot @#%$. I took the other sock and held it to my face continuously inhaling; its effect on me was like “poppers,” with each breath my excitement grew.
With my back to the door I didn’t hear it open…it was Lisa,
“Brian why did you take my…”
She stopped and stood dead still realizing what I was doing. My cheeks began to burn with the humiliation of being caught. Tears welled in my eyes and I stuttered,
“PPPPPlease don’t tell mom and dad,” I cried.
“Why you little pervert,” she said with distain. “I should wake them up right now!”
With that the tears flowed like rivers wetting my cheeks.
“Please Lisa, I’ll do anything you want, just please don’t tell them.”
“Anything, huh Brian.” She spit the words at me like they were barbs tearing at my flesh. “OK, I won’t tell mom and dad…yet. But, Big Bro, you are going to do what I say without question or hesitation, no matter what it is.” “Right!”
“Yes, Lisa, anything you say!”
“Get my sock off your @#%$!” she commanded.
I really didn’t want to do it because it was the only covering on my body…it covered my achingly hard @#%$ and I didn’t want her to see it. But, a command is a command and I slowly removed it.
“Not bad Brian, kind of puny though.” “Not man enough to grow a real one?”
My body burned with her words, her words mocking me, cutting me down. I had always thought of my @#%$ as being at least average or maybe a little larger.
“You are going to keep that little flap of flesh hard until I tell you that you no longer have to. You cum before I tell you to and I am going to tell mom and dad. Now, get on your hands and knees and kiss my feet. NOW! Act like the @#%$ eating dog you are acting like.”
I slowly moved to my hands and knees and crawled over to her feet. Hesitantly I stuck out my tongue and washed a small spot on her instep and kissed first one and then the other. The fragrance was even stronger than the discarded clothing I had taken.
She walked over to my dresser and picked up my belt…
“Get over here and get back to work. I want my feet washed with the dirty tongue of yours. I forgot to shower before bed and I’m feeling a little dirty.”
I crawled to her and began to wash her feet with my tongue covering the ankle, instep, Achilles tendon. I constantly lapped at the soft skin. I was really careful around the toes washing each joint and sticking my tongue between each toe tasting the sweet jelly between them. All of a sudden I felt a stinging blow to my ass-cheeks. She had struck me with the belt. I yelped and began to straighten up.
“Get back to work you bastard, I’m going to whip your ass while you kiss and lick my feet. You are not going to cry out and you are going to take your punishment like the man you are supposed to be.”
“Ok,” I squeaked.
Again and again the belt whistled through the air. Over and over I felt the smack as it hit my ass. She had turned the belt inside out and was whipping me with the rough leather. I could feel the abrasion on my reddening ass. In that position my @#%$ was exposed and I knew I would have a hard time sitting still when she got done with me. But I deserved it. Suddenly it felt like someone had kicked me in the balls. She had reached a little farther forward and the belt had curled around my ass and delivered a stinging strike to my tender balls. Again I yelped, I just couldn’t help it.
She backed away from me leaving me kneeling on the floor looking up at her.
“I’m going to go get a couple of things…You are to stay exactly as you are and wait for my return. Move, touch your @#%$, or cum and I will whip the skin right off your beet red ass. You understand?”
I nodded and remained stock still while she left the room.
Returning a short time later she brought a coil of clothesline I remembered seeing in the laundry room, and a pair of scissors.
Lisa cut two pieces of the cord about 2’ long and put the rest to the side. She ordered…
“Now, you little bitch, get straight up on you knees.” I obeyed immediately, “Now lean back until your head reaches the floor. Place your arms along side your legs.” When I had complied she took a piece of the cord and tied my arm to my lower leg in such a way that my back was slightly arched. Finishing one she quickly went to the other. Then she retrieved the rest of the cord and proceeded to knot one end around my left knee. Snaking the cord across the floor she wrapped it around the leg of my dresser pulling so that my left knee was stretched wide. She then cut the cord and tied the end to my right knee. Snaking this cord across the floor she wrapped it around the leg of my bed and pulled with all her might. My right leg sprang wide making it feel like I was going to split up the middle.
I was becoming terrified, what was she going to do? This really scared me. Lisa had been my little sister for 17 years and I had never scene this side of her before…but, strangely, it excited me more that I could ever remember.
As I lay their looking up at her, my back painfully arched and legs torn apart she ripped off the pair of sweats she was wearing. There stood my sister, naked. She stood proud to pert breast erect. Her pubic bush was trimmed with precision and dripped with her juices.
She moved over me standing at my head legs slightly spread. I could look up into her eyes as they glared at me. The juice of her dripping crotch landed on my forehead and in my hair. But, most of all I remember her feet along each side of my head the fragrance of her sweat catching me in the middle like perfect stereo.
“Now Brian you are going to pay for violating me and steeling my clothes.”
Bending her knees she brought her womanhood closer and closer to my face. I didn’t know just what she was going to do but I knew it would be something.
Suddenly she mashed her flowing @#%$ against my nose forcefully pressing down, blocking my nostrils and keeping me from breathing. I began to get lightheaded and feared I was going to suffocate. Just as I thought I was going to pass out she lifted herself slightly giving me room to breath. Adjusting her position forward slightly she was directly over my mouth her @#%$ just over my nose dripping its oily substance into my mouth. I swallowed almost choking at first but found the taste tantalizing and hoped she would keep on leaking into my waiting cavity.
“You’re going to eat my @#%$, Brian!” She said in a husky voice. “You are going to eat me and continue until I’m satisfied. Do a good job and maybe I won’t tell mom and dad about your sex hang-up.”
I knew this was no idle threat. I had been on the outs with mom and dad ever since they caught me lying about where I was one night. The trust had never been rebuilt. I knew they would believe anything she said, and nothing of my explanation or tale of what their family black sheep had to say.
She mashed her @#%$ onto my mouth. My tongue timidly darted out tasting her, trying to please her but not really knowing how. I felt her weight shift and a sudden pain in my @#%$. She had taken the belt and whipped my painful erection with it. It hurt so bad there were tears in my eyes.
“You dumb little @#%$, don’t you know how to please a woman? Get that mouth open and that tongue working. Try that lame-assed routine again and I’ll whip the @#%$ right off you! Now, get to work!”
She reached down and spread her @#%$ lips allowing me to see the pink moist flesh. There was the little bud of her “G” spot. I immediately went for it with my tongue. I had never seen one but I instinctively knew what to do. My tongue darted out tickling this little bud and I was rewarded with a squirm from Lisa.
“That’s better, eat that @#%$ you little bastard.”
I worked my tongue furiously, tickling and nibbling at the sensitive flesh before me. She shifted slightly and I was presented with the hole of her womanhood. There I plunged my tongue as deep into her as I could. I was tongue @#%$ that delicious hole wanting to please her and terrified if I did not. Faster and faster my tongue darted when I felt her begin to shift again. All of a sudden Lisa forced her sweating @#%$ over my mouth…
“EAT MY @#%$ BRIAN!”
I didn’t want to and again felt the stinging blow to my @#%$. My mouth shot open as if to scream and she forced her pungent hole with even greater urgency against my mouth. My tongue hesitatingly darted forward and again I felt the sting of the belt. I steeled myself and thrust my tongue deep within her bowels and began to tongue @#%$ her round @#%$.
“That’s better!”
While I was tongue @#%$ her ass she had put the belt down and begun to masturbate herself while I was working in the rear. I was becoming more and more excited at the thought. Humiliated at what I was being forced to do and yet excited that Lisa had forced me to do it.
Faster and faster we worked, Lisa in the front and me in the back. I just realized that my @#%$ was still concrete hard and dripping copious amounts. I felt Lisa’s body begin to shudder her breathing now coming in gasps, moans of pleasure escaping from her lips, she suddenly moved again bringing her delicious @#%$ to my mouth, spreading the lips and forcing it against my face.
“Lick it!” “Eat it!” “Swallow your sisters juice Big Bro.” “OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH.”
Her juice flooded my mouth and I thought there was so much I would drown. My mouth filled and I swallowed as fast as I could…still some of the wonderful girl juice leaked from the sides of my mouth.
She got up from her squatting position and stood over me, her body covered in a sheen of sweat having the sexy smell of her musk.
She walked over to my closet and removed the laces from my work boots. Returning to me informed me that it was now I was really going to pay for the transgression.
She took the leather lace and fashioning a loop slipped it around my balls pulling the knot tight. Running the lace through the crack of my ass and across my twitching @#%$ it came up my back. She took the end of the lace and looped it around my neck pulling it tight and stretching my balls until I felt they were going to be torn off. She pulled a little more and I arched my back even further. She tied the lace tight leaving me trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. I couldn’t move. My @#%$ stood straight up, though normally it curved toward my belly when hard. Still dripping like a little boy my @#%$ ached for release, but Lisa had other plans.
She picked up her shoes in one hand and her socks in the other. With scrubbing motions she rubbed one sock against her @#%$ covering it with the juices she had just expended. She placed her foot on my shoulder and toppled me over onto my side. As I moved the cord tightened around my balls and it was all I could to keep from yelling.
She took her socks and threw them to the floor just mere inches from my nose but I couldn’t move any closer to them.
“Here you perverted piece of @#%$, here is what you wanted so bad!”
She turned to quietly opened, went out, and closed the door leaving my naked, tied and scared that mom or dad would find me like this in the morning. The thoughts of what had happened and the smell of her womanly perfume mixed with sweat was more than I could handle. I shot my load. Spurt after spurt I shot. It felt like my entire life was being emptied through my jerking @#%$. I had come without even jacking it off. I was exhausted. I fell asleep in that uncomfortable position having nightmares of what was going to happy when mom came in to wake me in the morning.
I cried for what seemed like hours before I finally cried myself to sleep.
I woke the next morning just before my alarm went off knowing that mom would be in to wake my in just a few minutes. I panicked. The tears of humiliation at my impending discovery streamed down my face creating a puddle on the floor. I heard the knob on the door slowly turn and knew I was about to be discovered. I started to cry my body wracked with sobs. But even this pained me. Each time I sobbed my body would jerk slightly pulling on my now empty balls. How would I ever be able to face my parents again, and what if my friends were to find out about this? All the terrible possibilities flooded through my mind as that knob turned.
“What’s the matter Big Bro, did you think I would just leave you?” She seemed in a chipper mood this morning. She quickly released my balls noting the puddle of cum on the floor, much to my embarrassment. Releasing my arms and legs she threw the cord under my bed and told me to get cleaned up quickly before mom came in. She returned to her room and I obeyed her commands quickly and efficiently.
I barely made it to my customary position under the covers before mom came in to wake me. I thought I was completely in the clear when she turned and noticed the puddle on the floor.
“What’s this?”
“I got a glass of water last night and must have spilled a little when I brought it back.” “I’ll clean it mom.”
I had forgotten to clean up the leavings from Lisa’s body and the puddle from my own. Boy that was close.
At breakfast Lisa gave me a knowing look, I knew the relationship had changed between my sister and I but I didn’t know just how much until later.
THE END
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Royal Üye
Yaş: 26
Kayıt: 16.05.2003
Mesajlar: 3918
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dewam...h-16
SOCKSLAVE TO MY COUSIN
This is a story that happened to me while I was at my cousin’s house in New Jersey for a graduation. My older cousin was graduating high school, so I got invited to go down for the graduation. Well, I went to their house that morning, thinking I was going to the graduation. When I got there I was told that I was going to stay home with my younger cousin (My older cousins sister). It didn’t really bother me, because me and my cousin get along real well and I didn’t want to go to the graduation anyway. I was sure glad to stay home that day! My cousin is a beautiful 13 year old girl, about 5'2 and 100 pounds. Let me tell you, her feet are out of this world! Very petite; maybe a size 6 in women’s. I never got a chance to smell or worship these feet before, but I was always looking for a chance where I would be able to.
Well than, when everyone left, my cousin asked me if she could invite her friend over. I said sure, and she got on the phone and asked her friend "Julie" if she wanted to come over. About 10 minutes later "Julie" was at the door. My cousin asked me if I wanted to play a game online, and I said ok. So we all gathered around the computer and played a game (some stupid one, I forgot which one it was). About 5 minutes into the game my cousin began to take off her socks. "Boy, my feet smell today! Here, smell these socks!" She put the socks right under "Julie's" nose, and she took a whiff. I was getting really excited now, and I was trying to hide my erection. "Wow! Those do stink!" Julie said. "Here Ant! Now it’s your turn!" my cousin said as she held the sock under my nose. I took a whiff, and they were pretty sweaty! It was as if she had been working out before I came or something. Despite the fact that I could clearly smell my cousins footodour, I found this massively attractive. I fact I thought they smelled incredible! "Yes, they really do stink!" I said. "I think you should go wash your feet or something!" "Good idea!" she said. "Ill be right back in a couple minutes." She left the room, so me and Julie continued playing the game. About 3 minutes later, my cousin came back. I noticed that she had ropes in her hand. I asked her what the ropes were for. "For this!" she yelled out as she threw the ropes over my head. She and Julie then began tying me to the chair. "Untie me!" I demanded. My cousin then kicked me straight in the balls. "Shut up and do as we say!" she demanded. When they were done tying me, they kicked the chair over so I was looking at the ceiling. My cousin and Julie stood over my head. "You will smell our feet until everyone gets home." my cousin said. "Julie, give me the tape." Julie handed her a big roll of duct tape. "Open your mouth, or I will stand straight up on your nuts!" I opened my mouth wide, and my cousin shoved the same smelly sock as before right in my mouth and sealed it with duct tape. "This is so we know that you are smelling our feet," she said. "Julie, you can go first." Julie pulled up a chair and began taking off her socks. She took one in her hand and put it right above my nose. "This is just a preview!" she said. She then proceeded to put her bare feet right over my face. They were as stinky as my cousins! She sat there for about 10 minutes just yelling "Smell my feet, footboy!" as I was just laying there and my cousin was laughing hysterically. After about 10 minutes, she put her socks back on and got up. "Your turn!" Julie said to my cousin. My cousin took the seat and began taking off the one sock that was still remaining on her foot. "You’re in for a real treat now!" she said to me. She put her bare feet directly on my face. "Ah, this feels sooo good! I should make you do this all the time!" she said. She then began playing with my face with her feet. She stuck each one of her toes up my nose and told me to take two big whiffs of each toe. I did as I was told. It was then that she noticed my HUGE hard on. She began laughing her ass off. "Hey Julie! I think he likes it!" she said. Well, I sat there for about 10 more minutes smelling my cousin’s feet until she untied me from the chair. "Go wash your face, everyone should be home soon," my cousin told me. When I got out of the bathroom, everyone began coming through the door. "Hey Ant, did you have a good time?" my aunt asked me. "I had a wonderful time!" I said as I saw my cousin and her friend smirking.
This was the only chance I got to smell my cousin's feet. I am still looking for chances to smell them, but I do not see her very often, because she lives in New Jersey and I live in Massachusetts.
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dewam..h-17
MY CHEERLEADING SISTER TAKES CONTROL
This is a true story that actually happened to me this past week! It was my first experience and I didn't know I was into foot fetish. I’m 15 years old and my sister is 19 years old. She just turned 19 on April the 1st. She is on the cheerleading squad in her last year of high school. It's her second year doing cheerleading. I’m about the same size if not an inch taller than her (5"9), she has brown coloured hair and is the dancing type of female. She's into tight jeans and flirting with the guys etc.
She is spoiled and I mean spoiled. She has a very short fuse and gets very angry when she doesn't get what she wants. She's a bitch in other words. It all started when she came home from cheerleading practice after school. My sister and me fight a lot and I had fought her earlier on in the morning about how spoiled she is. She wanted to have the car in the morning so she could drive herself to school and my mom gave in like always. I called her a spoiled bitch and she told me to shut the @#%$ up and that it was none of my business.
Anyway she came home from cheerleading practice about an hour after I returned home from school. She was in a bad mood all day and both of us were mad at each other 24/7! She threw down her school bag and went into the TV room and started watching TV. Half an hour later I walk in hoping to watch some of my programs either downstairs or up in my room. I looked and saw my sister still in her cheerleading uniform watching TV with her athletic shoes still on, with some dirt on the bottom of the heels that she must have gathered up from practice earlier. I point out to her that she has made a mess on the floor and that she doesn't care and she has her feet up on the sofa watching TV. She snaps at me saying “@#%$ OFF”. I said “NO BITCH, your shoes are dirty and you made a mess, you don't care do you? Just as long as some one else cleans it up!!” She turned and said
"Why are you so concerned about the house, why don't you go get some friends!". I was extremely upset and angry because I didn't have very many friends and It was hard for me to make some. So I ran at my sister cursing at her and I threw a pillow at her face. She got up and punched me right in the gut, while I was down groaning and leaning over to catch my breath. She took advantage of the moment with me being in a position and she kicked me extremely hard in the nuts. I went down on the ground and was now in an even more awkward position.
My sister grabbed me by my hair and dragged me out into the kitchen, which is right beside the den. She yelled at me to clean up the floor where it was dirty from the marks she left by her cheerleading shoes. I yelled screw you! She could see I wasn't going to do it by my own free will so she jammed her athletic shoes into my groin and held it there while she told me to "Stick out your tongue or you'll never be able to take a piss without it hurting!!" she said that while her foot was jammed into my groin while I was on the floor stomach first, right near the dirty spots. I did so very scared and she grabbed me by the hair of my head and slammed my head into the ground and forced my head while my tongue was sticking out onto the floor and moving it back and forth on the dirt shoe marks on the kitchen floor. She was grinding her teeth the whole time while she was forcing me to lick up her mess she made with her shoes. I began to gag and she would only push down harder. I could tell she was angry, she was pushing my face harder and harder into the ground. My tongue was starting to get mashed into the floor.
She got up and released my head from her grip, I stuck my tongue back into my mouth and could feel and taste the big clump of dirt and grass from her sneakers. I gagged and was forced to swallow. She had a grin on her face the whole time as she watched to make sure I swallowed. She then stepped so evilly right beside me where I just cleaned up the muddy mess a second ago and pointed "Oh damn, just dirtied up the floor again..." My whole body was shaking for being so scared of my sister. I have never been so intimidated by her. I would just listen to everything she told me to do. "STICK OUT YOUR TOUNGUE!" I did and she grabbed me by the head and directed it into the ground right in the dirty sneakers tracks. "Lick it up *Chuckle* Instead of holding my head manually this time she just decided to step on the back of my head with her muddy dirty athletic shoes. I could feel her sneakers applying pressure to the back up my head as she was stepping on my head making my face and tongue closer to the mess. She wouldn't let up one second till I had finished cleaning all of the mess up then afterward swallowed it down while she looked on with an evil grin. All the dirt I had built up from licking clean the floor I slowly gagged it down my throat and my sister would just smile on.
My sister then got up, walked back into the living room and shut off the TV that was on. She grabbed her cheerleading bag and came back into the kitchen. "I have some more things that could use cleaning, come upstairs!" I just followed her still gagging after eating mud from my sisters shoes. I couldn't believe what was happening. I really was feeling like dirt. I got to my sister room and she followed. She kicked me very hard in the nuts and I fell to the ground in tears. "Stay on the ground, @#%$ nut!" I did as told as I wheeled on the ground in pain and shaking. My sister sat up on the edge of her bed and told me to come to her feet. "I’m too lazy to clean these shoes off so your going to clean them up for me!" my sister jammed her cheerleading sneakers right into my face, the impact stunned me as I was hit in the nose, I reeled back and put a hand over my now bloody nose. I went crawling quickly back to my sisters shoes and started cleaning the shoes. I ground my tongue on the soles of her muddy shoes building up mud and dirt. I swallowed it quickly then would continue. I would drag my tongue along the bottom of my sisters shoes. I followed the pattern on the bottom of her shoes and would sometimes encounter bits of grass stuck in the lines. My nose was stinging but I was too scared to wipe it. I just worried about the task at hand which was cleaning my sister’s sneakers. When my tongue would get tired after spending 15 minutes of the first shoe my sister would then manually drag the bottom of her sneakers on my tongue as it worked quite well. I got large amounts of built up dirt off the bottoms. I now had the bottoms of my sisters cheerleading sneakers very clean. I was hoping my sister would have mercy on me, she didn't and she realized the tops of her shoes were still pretty dirty. " Open wide!" I opened my mouth as wide as I could. My sister jammed the tips of her cheerleading sneakers in as far as they could go (and further) she pushed and pushed gagging me to death. My eyes were watering and my stomach was now a maze of knots from the gagging feeling. "Suck the tops clean!" I closed my mouth around the shoe and just sucked for about 5 minutes dinning on the rubber tops of her sneaker. She was still pushing down the shoe extremely hard making me gag on her shoes and suck faster. She then took the first sneaker out of my now blacked mouth from the dirt of course. I again opened my mouth as wide as I could like I was at the dentists.... oh yeah I was definitely examining her shoe and cleaning it. I spent an extra 5 minutes on sucking the shoe tips to make out the white on the tops (Black in my mouth). I swallowed down the dirt.
My sister then stepped on my face while she would look over the job I did of cleaning her shoes "Nice job, you could have spent longer working on the first shoe but that'll be cleaned again tomorrow when it's dirty!" I moaned loud under my sister clean shoes now "Mmmhmm plmmmsmmm" I tried to beg to let me go from under her shoes cause I couldn't breath. She pressed harder and laughed "MMMMMM! PMMMMM" She could make out the please part but would only step harder. She finally stepped off my face and back onto the edge of the bed. My head was at the bottom of her feet again and I was on my knees. She gave me another kick to the nose, which started to flow with blood again. I used my shirt to wipe my nose clean. "Untie my shoes with your teeth" I did so. It was very difficult. Took at least 2 minutes on each shoe as I just managed to loosen the laces. My sister jammed the heel of her sneakered foot into my mouth to use it as a kind of shoehorn to take off her cheerleader shoes. By doing so she was stretching my jaw, which was painful, she did the same thing with her other foot. I placed her sneakers nicely by the side of her bed.
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