This choice: ...I really want to lick your feet." • Go Back... "…I really want to lick your feet."
Your words seemed to throw May for a loop. Her eyes darted left and right a couple of times.
"Did you say lick?"
You nodded. What use was there in delaying what you wanted to do most? May's smooth soles were begging for some tongue, even if you couldn't see them.
Your palms got sweaty while you gave the girl a lecture on foot fetishism. The essential points were all that were tackled. Explanations on how feet were a turn-on for you, and the tame actions that you'd want to do to feet.
Confused, May only chuckled. "I mean, I won't say no."
That was all you needed to know. You removed her socks like a child tearing open their Christmas presents.
"Oh!" You couldn't leave this out of your fantasy. "Can you… dominant me?"
"Let's say I'll put my best foot forward."
Just as May's answer ended, the second sock came off her foot. Now exposed to the sunlight, her toes wiggled.
The trainer immediately pushed her toes against your lips. "Lick them."
"Yes, mistress…"
Without time to even admire her bare feet, your grubby tongue crawled between her toes. Salty, just as you hoped for! Mmm! Yet, it was also a tad fuzzy. Must've been from the small bits of sock lint, no doubt. So long as this lint was holding the flavour in place, you wouldn't complain.
Moaning in ecstasy, you sucked on May's big toe. It, too, had some grime underneath the nail, and the flavour kept you craving more.
May scooched herself closer to you. Then, with her free foot, she pressed it into your stomach. The heel barely hovered over your now-erect penis. But did she know it was erect? Your pants weren't the tightest in the world.
"What do they taste like?" She yanked her foot out your mouth, scrunching her spit-covered toes.
"Salty… They taste salty."
May fell into a peal of laughter, repeatedly kicking you in the face. While you could still wet her toes even more, she rubbed her sole along your face. So, you stuck your tongue out like a good boy.
"I love your feet, Mistress May," you moaned. You kissed the bottom of her foot like you were kissing her on the lips.
"You're such a weirdo," she commented with a deeper voice.
At first, this threw you off. Yet you quickly recalled that this is what you'd prayed for. She was making it clear that your status was nowhere near hers.
Next thing you knew, she threw another command at you.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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