This choice: Orders you to clean her socks • Go Back...Chapter #4Orders you to clean her socks by: Combaticus   Natalie kicks her shoes off, exposing her dirty sock clad feet. The stench is overwhelming. You try to pull your head away but are held firm by the stocks. "Stop resisting, Timmy. You know you want this." Natalie says. She pulls her feet away "Or does Heather need to encourage you again?" She asks looking you dead in the eye. You blood seems to turn to ice, "No, Natalie, I won't fight it." You answer, ashamed. "Not good enough. You're supposed to be enthusiastic, remember? Now try again." Natalie says condescendingly. You hesitate, but afraid of what will happen you ask "Please Natalie, I want your beautiful socks close to my face again!"
Natalie laughs "OK, foot-boy! You can have my socks. Open wide!" You realize what she intends to do, but are too afraid to stop her. You open your mouth as Natalie pushes her feet towards your face. She extends her right foot until her toes are in your mouth. "Now take my sock off, Timmy." Natalie says with a laugh. You bite down on the portion of her sock just past her toes and do your best to pull it off. Natalie and Heather laugh at your pathetic attempts to remove Natalie's sock. Every time you think you are making progress she pulls her foot away, only to shove her entire sole back into your face.
Heather laughs and says "Oh come on, Timmy! How can you be our foot-slave if you can't even take off our socks for us?" Natalie laughs and kicks you in the head with her sock still hanging halfway off her foot. "She's right you know! Maybe tomorrow you can practice taking them off for us. But for now I'll be merciful." Natalie removes her sock, exposing a nearly dripping wet foot. "I'll let you wash my feet tomorrow. But for now just give me a little french-kiss on my sole ." Natalie says.
Natalie pushes her sole towards your face. "Pucker up, foot-lover!" Heather says laughing. You kiss the ball of her foot, using your tongue. Natalie laughs and begins to grind her foot into your lips. As Natalie laughs Heather starts shouting "Kiss her again! Kiss her again!". Natalie giggles and pushes her heel into your lips. You kiss her heel, again with plenty of tongue followed by her arch and then each of her toes. Natalie then pulls her foot away "You're pretty good at that. I'm sure you'll enjoy kissing mine and my sisters feet everyday from now on!" Natalie says with a cruel smile. Natalie then removes her other sock revealing an equally sweaty foot. Natalie let's you get a good look at her feet. Her feet are smooth and soft, with long toes that always were a huge turn on for you. Her nails were unpainted but trimmed very neatly. If her feet weren't so sweaty and covered in sock lint they would incredibly sexy.
Natalie stands up, leaving her socks a few inches from your face. The smell is horrendous. Heather walks over and sits down, putting her feet in your face. "I know you'll be kissing my feet alot tomorrow, but watching you kiss Natalies feet whetted my appetite. Make out with my soles for a little bit, slave." Heather says with a smile.
You have to admit, you always thought Heather's feet were sexy, but being forced to 'make out' with them was humiliating. Knowing the consequences of disobedience, you start kissing Heather's dusty soles. After a few minutes Heather slaps you with her foot. "I want you to 'MAKE OUT' with them! Use your tongue! Show some passion!" She shouts. You redouble your efforts, kissing every part of Heather's feet, using your tongue and tasting the dirt and sweat from her feet. This continues for about ten minutes while Natalie stands over you, encouraging you. Eventually Natalie speaks up, "You're still not doing it right! When we made out you used to tell me how much you loved me and how beautiful I was. Don't you think you should be doing the same for Heather's feet?"
You can't believe this! But one look from Natalie and you realize you have no choice. You resume French kissing Heather's feet, while telling them " I love you, Heather's feet. You are so beautiful." Heather lays back and enjoys your humiliation for another fifteen minutes or so. Your mouth is parched.
Eventually she pulls her feet away. Natalie steps forward and says "Heather and I will be going to bed now. While we sleep I want you to wash my socks in your mouth." She picks up the socks and smiles "I know you don't mind doing that for me, do you Timmy?" You look at her for a moment before realizing she wants an answer. "Of course I don't mind, Natalie. I'd be happy to clean your socks in my mouth!" You answer, forcing yourself to sound sincere. "Well then open up!" Natalie says before forcing her salty socks deep into your mouth. You gag violently on the disgusting socks and for a moment feel like you will choke on your hated ex's socks. Natalie picks up her right sneaker and puts the foot hole over your nose, toe pointing down. She ties the shoelaces around your head, holding the shoe firmly in place. "Be sure to do a good job Timmy! Otherwise I'll let Heather destroy those sore balls of yours." Natalie says before her and Heather turn off the lights and leave you to the degrading task. You suck the socks as best you can, tasting the filth from Natalies feet. You remember how she sometimes wore the same socks days in a row when you were dating then would get you to lick her feet, but this was so much worse.
After just a few minutes your mouth was the driest it's ever been and you realize you won't be able to get these socks out of you're mouth for hours. You want to slow down but fear what Natalie and Heather will do to you if you don't do a good job. So you continue to suck, trying to use your tongue to move the socks around, letting you clean all the parts of Natalies socks.
After a few hours you begin to wonder how long you can last with these socks in your mouth. You feel dehydrated and breathing is getting harder, but that could just be from the sneaker over your nose. You begin to hallucinate, seeing Natalies soles kicking at you from the darkness. You begin to believe you have died and will have to suck Natalies socks in hell forever.
Eventually the lights turn on and Natalie and Heather walk in. You are delirious as Natalie removes the shoe and then the socks. She inspects them briefly before turning to Heather. " He did a terrible job! Punish him Heather!"
Even in your current state you know something horrible is about to happen. Heather quickly proves you right, kicking you in your hopelessly vulnerable balls at least a dozen times. You wonder helplessly. Natalie sits in front of you "awww... If you don't want to be kicked in the balls, be a better slave." She says in a mock comforting voice. You look up at her and croak "Water.... Please!" Natalie looks at you, "Sure! But we have something more important to take care of first."
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