Charmed by Her Feet Ch. 2

Chapter 2 The New Routine

Carlo woke up in a very unpleasant way. His hurting cock suffered from both the morning wood, and his intense arousal. The scent of Ashley’s feet lingered in her sock, and so did the taste. His mouth was drier than the Sahara, when he came around. The taste had weakened from her sock, but still remained, and the texture was rough. He quickly spat out the dirty cloth that smelled like saliva and morning breath.

An empty, and stomach-churning hurl followed. The pain in his mouth intensified, and he rushed to the bathroom to gargle some water.

The cold liquid helped lessen the pain, but not all the way. He realized he needed to drink water to soothe his throat of the pain that reminded him of sandpaper.

Carlo quickened his pace in doing his weekday morning routine. He brushed his teeth, put on a clean set of clothes, a white shirt and the same jeans, then rushed to the dining room to snatch a sandwich, and eat it on his way to school. But he made sure to drink lots of water to rehydrate his throat, and finally feel something else other than pain.

He had Ashley’s pair of socks in his bag, planning to return it to her after school ends. He had a feeling Ashley would find him, so he didn’t have to.

The day was agonizingly slow for the famous charmer. The other students were oblivious to his downfall last night, and he would do everything he could to keep it that way. He decided to put the other sock in his mouth during lunch. When Ashley told him he wanted them smelling like his saliva by today, he didn’t want to risk having only one sock soaked. He ate fast during lunch, then went straight to the bathroom, locked the stall, then shoved it in his mouth.

He placed it in his bag, then went back to attend the rest of his classes. He caught some girls staring longer than usual at his crotch, the hard-on caused by her sock. The bell rang, and the students rushed out of the room like water from a broken dam.

The thoughts of how Ashley treated him like her expendable toy kept replaying in his mind.

Her feet. Her ass. Her pussy.

Her dominance. Her confidence. Her sexiness.

Those parts and traits of her wouldn’t stop taking residence in his brain. He could remember every detail about the night before.

How Ashley seduced him with her sweaty, smelly but alluring feet. How she bathed in pleasure from dominating someone with her feet. How she blackmailed him. How he agreed to be her slave for as long as she wanted. How she exploded on his face, and how he drank it from her foot. How she wanted him to take home her used socks, so all he could think, feel, taste and smell are her even when they are no longer near each other.

Carlo was busy reminiscing about last night, that he failed to notice an attractive girl standing in front of him.

Ashley stood in front of a daydreaming Carlo. She smirked at how a night with her could leave him in such a state. She looked around the hall, and discovered there was no one in sight.

She quickly kicked her right shoe off, and peeled off her white sock. Unlike the ankle-high sock she wore yesterday, today she was wearing one that is in the middle of her ankle and knee. She had to stifle a giggle as she pressed the sock against the spaced out boy’s face.

Carlo snapped out of his daydream, and quickly recoiled the moment the strong smell struck his nose

Ashley greeted him with a smug look. Carlo could only bite his lower lip in response. He didn’t had much experiences like these to say charming replies. She was wearing a red shirt with wide black stripes, skinny jeans and red sneakers.

Carlo gulped audibly, and he managed to croak out. “Hey Ash- I m-mean Goddess Ashley.” He quickly corrected.

“You can call me Ashley when we’re around other people.” Ashley informed him. “But the hall’s empty and yet you forgot the holy title.”

Carlo lowered his head. He was afraid, Ashley could end his social life whenever the urge touched her.

“I’m sorry, Goddess Ashley.”

Ashley clicked her tongue. “Oh well, I’ll forgive you. But you have to kneel, kiss my barefoot, and put my sock and shoe back on.” As she said this, she tossed the sock on her hand to him.

Carlo caught it, but he hesitated on kneeling in front of her, even more so when he had to kiss her foot. Even if only a single student would see the act, the rumors could easily spread and his reputation would be irreparably tainted.

“I suggest you hurry while there’s no one around. If you don’t kiss my foot in the next five seconds, I’ll send it to everyone.” She threatened. Her eyes showed no signs of bluffing.

Carlo quickly scanned the place, seeing nobody around. He dropped on one knee, and carried her foot to his other knee. The skin was soft and smooth, albeit warm and sweaty. He quickly kissed it, sniffing it at the same time. The very familiar scent was present, causing his cock to spring into action.

Almost flawlessly, he watched as her sock ate her foot. He yearned to watch the white fabric slowly consume the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. But he can’t afford to take his time to pleasure himself, the fear of being caught weighing on his chest.

He put her shoe on, then placed her foot on the tiles.

“Good, but I don’t like having to threaten you every time I order you to do something. It makes me feel like you don’t see me as a goddess.”

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again, Goddess Ashley.” Carlo apologized.

Ashley tilted her head. “Apology accepted. Now drive me home, and you better prepare your tongue for some cleaning ... or maybe just some sensual massage.” She whispered into her ear sultrily.

Carlo nodded. “Oh course, Goddess Ashley.”

The two made their way outside of the school. Carlo helped Ashley get on, no, more like he carried Ashley so she could get on without wasting energy. Carlo forced himself into thinking that the others who saw it would think Ashley was his new girlfriend and he was just being sweet to her. And not the truth that Ashley commanded him to carry her.

The drive was silent. Both of them kept their mouth shut during the entire ride. Carlo was both eager and afraid with what she might do to him. Just like last night, she wasn’t doing this to pleasure him, heck, she didn’t even care about him.

Ashley only wanted him around so she could use him to sexually relieve herself, no matter what happens to him.

Carlo parked in front of her house, he got off and again, he had to make it effortless for Ashley to get down. Except now was much more humiliating. She demanded that he should get on all fours in front of her. Ashley used him as a stool, and she stepped on his back. She walked to her house with the keys dangling on her hands, while Carlo was getting up with a shoe print on his back.

The neighborhood was peaceful, and the sun was still shining. Carlo had an easier time taking in the surroundings. He noticed that the word ‘Miller’ was etched on the mailbox.

As soon as they entered, Ashley dropped her bag on the floor, and shut the door. She faced Carlo with an expectant look.

Not needing any words to understand what she was waiting for, Carlo quickly flicked his bag to the side. He got on his knees, his head lowered and his eyes directed at her sneakers.

“Whenever we enter the house, you are to assume this position. You will not stand until told otherwise.” She dictated her new law.

“Understood, Goddess Ashley.”

“Good, now I have a quiz tomorrow, and I’m going to need to study. Whether you have something you need to do or not, I expect you to forget about them and focus on my comfort. Follow me, but don’t get off your knees.”

Ashley walked away with Carlo trailing behind her, walking like a four-legged animal.

She grabbed some books from her bag, and plopped down on the couch. Ashley instructed Carlo to put the vase on the rounded table beside her somewhere else, and move the table to her front.

Ashley patted his head, and ruffled his hair as if praising a dog for doing a trick. With a mocking grin, she said. “Good boy, now take my shoes and socks off. I want you to lie on your back, face directly beneath me, so I could prop my perfect feet on your hideous face.”

Carlo obeyed her every order. He untied her shoes, pulled her socks off, and lied down on his back, waiting for the elegant lady to place her feet on him.

A pair of sweaty feet fell on him without an ounce of gentleness. The stench invaded his nostrils, and he breathed in the heavenly air. His breathing was long, noisy and heavy, hoping to please Ashley.

However, it had the opposite effect. Annoyed by the noise, she swung both feet and struck him multiple times. Carlo was turned on with her assault, even if he didn’t want to be. Every time her warm, wet skin slapped him, followed by a bad smell, his dick twitched. A full minute passed before she stopped battering him. “I know you want my feet so bad, but I don’t like you disturbing me with the noise. Don’t forget that this is for my pleasure, not yours. So be quiet, and be gentle with the sniffing.” She complained.

Carlo mumbled an apology before sniffing her feet quietly. Without his tongue, the smell could last for hours. Carlo was now genuinely scared. How she reacted violently when he disturbed her proved that he really didn’t matter to her at all.

Ashley turned to the next page, absorbing every knowledge each printed paper has to offer. She was distracted by the warm sensation in her crotch, but she didn’t order her slave to stop. The way the air between her toes gets sucked gave her a feeling of importance. She truly felt like a goddess with how her slave was worshipping her feet.

After getting used to the sniffing feeling going on with her feet, she started to rub them on Carlo’s face. The sweat itself reeked of her smell, and now that they were being transferred to his face from her feet.

Carlo continued to breathe in the unhealthy air, his cock was further pained from lack of space by the way she rubbed her feet. Slow and sensual.

Carlo thought she was rewarding him for obeying her down to the letter, but it turns out that she was still doing it for herself. She can’t afford to rub faster or she might lose focus on her studies, so she settled on the turtle pace. The evidence that this was not for him was how many times her toes stung his eyes, and the number of times she slashed his skin with her toenail, which was neatly trimmed. He wondered how she could inflict such pain with them. Her fingernails and toenails were bare, free from any nail polish.

From time to time, the fetid scent would make him woozy, but he remained awake and sniffing.

The feet rubbing his pitiful face gradually slowed down, then completely stopped after several more minutes.

Carlo remained underfoot, not wanting to upset Ashley by doing something she didn’t order him.

Ashley moved both feet away from his face, giving him a clear view of the terrifying scowl on her face.

“Damn!” She cursed and stomped her foot, whacking his right cheek with her sole.

Carlo cringed in pain. The fear mounted, and his jaw muscles tensed. He wondered if Ashley was mad because she couldn’t understand what she was studying, or because of his sloppiness ... if he was. Both meant a hard beating, the latter was just a lot worse.

“Fuck this!” She snapped, stomping both feet on his face. She scrunched her toes, which happened to be near his eyes. Ashley felt skin get squeezed between her toes. Sounds of grunts reminded her of the boy at her feet, or under it to be more precise.

She allowed his face to be seen by placing her feet on his chest. “I’m done with this pile of paper!”

Her foot flew towards the table’s body. Carlo’s eyes widened when he saw the table get thrown a foot away from her rage-induced kick, hitting the floor with a loud thud.

Ashley stood up from her seat, her eyes flaming in anger. “I need to blow off some steam, and probably some cum.”

The air was forced out of Carlo when Ashley stood on him. Her full weight focused on both feet that felt like spears stabbing into him. She began to undress, throwing away her shirt, and unbuttoning her jeans. Ashley allowed her jeans to slide down her shapely legs, giving Carlo something to rake with his eyes. She detached her bra, and Carlo’s breathing hitched. The goddess was slowly baring her skin to him, gracing him with a view so unexplainably serene. Her breasts were quite large, size D most likely.

Carlo felt something primal inside of him explode. Sure, he had a fetish for feet, but he can’t say no to a gorgeous girl with legs that could make hormonal guys glue their eyes on them permanently. Not to mention her boobs that could poke any males’ eyes out.

He got a good view of her legs yesterday during her cheer leading tryout/dare, but now, even he can’t deny that legs alone can give him a weak erection, nothing compared to her sexy feet though.

Watching from his perspective, her legs appeared a lot longer than they are, and they already look long.

She slowly slid her panties down. It was obvious that she was teasing Carlo, with the way she swayed her hips, and how painfully slow she was taking it off. Carlo felt a tinge of happiness, at least she cared about teasing him.

Ashley lifted her feet into the air, one at a time. The crushing pain increased when Ashley lifted one foot up to remove her underwear. She playfully dropped it on Carlo’s head, the arousing smell immediately alerted him to its presence.

Ashley kicked her panties away, not minding if her kick had hurt him or not. Carlo took in the magnificent view of her bare body. This was the first time he saw her naked. This blessing she had given him would surely be something he wouldn’t be forgetting any time soon.

He glanced down to her feet, he estimated it to be size 8, her toes long and slender, but not disproportionally long. Just the right length for her size.

Ashley hopped off him. She plopped down on the brown couch again, the semi-rough fabric tickling her buttcheeks.

She gazed at him with a lust-filled glint in her eyes. “Strip.”

The flabbergasted man had second thoughts. He was now thinking that she would have sex with him, but he pushed the crazy thought away. She wouldn’t bless him like that.

Relying on his better judgment, he stood and stripped down to his boxers. He was moving fast, but apparently not fast enough for his mistress.

Ashley latched her hand to his wrist, stopping him. He stared into her eyes with fear. He didn’t feel comfortable that Ashley stopped him. He worried that he didn’t do it fast enough.

“Tease me.” She seductively said.

Carlo doubled his thinking process, and understood her baffling order. Ashley let go of his hand, and shifted to a comfy position on the couch.

Carlo slowly pulled his boxers down, trying to tease her. His nervousness made it difficult, but he did his best.

Ashley chuckled at his failure to tease her. She sighed, but still wore a smile. “Since you failed to tease me, I’ll tease you.”

His cock was above average in length. Carlo flushed in embarrassment that he was naked in front of a girl. He wouldn’t mind if they were about to have sex, but he did it because of Ashley’s command.

Ashley stretched her leg out to grope his wiener. Her toes barely touched the skin, and his very attentive friend gave her its full attention.

She laughed again. Carlo still hadn’t changed his mind about her angelic laugh, even if she was being demonic towards him. It was still beautiful, and it always made him feel lighter.

While Carlo was busy mulling over her musical laugh, Ashley pounced, grabbed him with her hands, and threw him to the couch.

Ashley climbed up and straddled him. Her dripping pussy pressed against his abs. Ashley stood up, towering over him.

“Lubricate your dick.” She ordered. A small smile formed on her lips, when she noticed that Carlo was staring at her vagina.

Despite being entranced by the scenery, Carlo sat upright to do as she asked. Ashley took his arm, and motioned him to spread open his palm. She spat on his waiting palm. The warm, gooey liquid swirled around, when she let go. “Use that.”

Carlo complied, and began to apply it to his rock-hard penis. Ashley generated some saliva in her mouth again. After forming enough, she spat a larger drop of saliva directly on his cock.

Carlo was humiliated with using her saliva to make his dick smoother, he had worse, but it was still a bit humiliating. Especially with the way she was spitting at him, nonsexual and purely dominating.

After she was satisfied, Ashley pushed his head back down with her foot. Then shs swallowed his solid cock with her pussy. Having someone’s tongue lick it made her feel powerful and dominant, but having a cock inside her was also just as pleasurable, just not as empowering.

“I want you to get as hard as you can, so I’m going to do this. But try to shoot sperm inside me, and I swear, I will have pleasure in ending your social life. And if I fucking get pregnant, I will personally castrate you with my bare hands!” She threatened. Carlo feared for his sex life. He had no doubt that Ashley would do that if he had gotten her pregnant.

Ashley propped her feet on his face. This triggered a response, and the cock inside her seemed to get a teeny bit larger. Ashley smiled in glee. “Lick.”

Carlo started to lick. The pleasure was just as high as the last time. He noticed that the flavor was not as strong as before, probably because she didn’t sweat as much without the tryout. Not to mention that much time has passed, allowing the sweat to dry a bit.

Ashley moaned. The feeling of a strong cock inside her combined with Carlo’s expert foot massage, especially since he was using his tongue. Every lick trigged a chain reaction that made his cock twitch, sending a tidal wave of pleasure that made her eyes roll back.

“I’m ... close ...” Carlo breathed out, his breath being a pain in the ass to catch.

Ashley quickly took her feet off his open mouth. “Don’t you dare.”

Carlo breathed heavily, trying to suppress his orgasm. All that time, his eyes were on Ashley’s glare. He clenched his fists, and every muscle in his fit body tensed in an effort to stop the torrent of white liquid.

“Good, now thrust.”

Carlo pushed her cock in deeper, then out, in again, then out. This repeated several times, with Ashley’s moans getting louder. She stared into the ceiling; her eyes shut. When she returned her gaze to him, they were filled with horniness.

“Time for something sexy.” Ashley announced. She pulled out, and quickly pressed her pussy lips against Carlo’s mouth. “You know what to do.”

Carlo sent his skillful tongue inside, and started to stimulate her. There were tastes of her cum, but also something else. He wondered if it was his pre-cum. If so, he preferred eating her shit. The thought of eating his own juice disgusted him far more than her poop.

Already stimulated with his cock, it didn’t take long before she came. She didn’t bother warning her server, and instead, just squirted into his mouth.

Ashley’s body went limp. Her upper body bent over, and she crashed on the couch’s armrest. Her vagina still glued to Carlo’s face.

Ashley moaned weakly; her energy sapped by their strenuous activity. She slowly sat upright, then inched away from Carlo. She noticed his cheeks were puffed out, and little drops of white liquid were threatening to come out of his pursed lips.

Ashley grinned at him. “Swallow.”

Carlo was horny as well after how she rode him. It didn’t take a lot of willpower to gulp down her cum. In fact, it wasn’t that humiliating compared to the other things she made him do. It was just an ordinary kink.

Satisfaction welled in Ashley’s chest when she saw a large lump go down his throat.

She didn’t expect him to give in that easily. She must’ve broken her more than she thought. Ashley had to prevent a wide grin from appearing on her face, and instead, tried to look nonchalant. She wanted Carlo to think that she expected no less of him.

“Good boy. Now, like all dogs, you will get a treat for being a good little pet.” The golden blonde beauty scorned.

Ashley got off him, and ordered him to stand. She then told him to get the table she knocked over, and set it up in front of her. She had him pick up the book that was sent flying along with the table.

After everything was back to the way they were before. Ashley gave him another order. “Pick up your shirt, and put it here.” She gestured to where she was going to sit.

Carlo did as he was told, and he watched as Ashley sat on his shirt with her bare butt. “For your treat, you can use your mouth to worship my feet. However you do it, I don’t care. As long as you don’t make noise, or tickle me.” Carlo was already below the table, and on all fours, when Ashley added. “Remember, mouth only, so no hands. I don’t have the energy to punish my slave.”

Carlo began by smelling her toes, but the scent was almost impalpable. He then began to lick the ball of her feet, the flavor as well was also starting to fade. Even without the smell and taste, the feeling of her feet is enough to send him to a hypnotized state.

Ashley had a small smirk that wouldn’t leave her lips. The feeling of a tongue on her foot really made her feel good.

After several more minutes, Carlo began to suck on her toes. Ashley was having a hard time concentrating with Carlo’s foot worship making her feel like a goddess.

Carlo had to make sure that he doesn’t make any sucking noise as he sucks, he didn’t want to do anything that would cut this miracle short.

He felt Ashley scrunch her toes inside his mouth, probably to tease him. He used his tongue to massage her toes while they were in his mouth. Carlo peeked from beneath the table. He could barely see her, but he swore he saw a small smirk on her supple lips.

The toe-sucking lasted almost as long as the foot-licking. After that, he began to lightly nibble her sole. Not enough to hurt or tickle her, just enough to make her feel nice.

He returned to licking her feet, then to sucking her toes. He kept on doing whatever he wanted to do, but made sure not to go beyond her rules. He made sure that she was always comfortable, that she wouldn’t get hurt, or get tickled. He also didn’t use his hands, only his mouth.

About an hour has passed, when Ashley pushed the table away. She found him kissing her feet. The light shone on Carlo’s eyes. He looked up and saw her staring down at him with a smirk.

“I’m done with studying for tomorrow’s quiz. You had fun with my feet?” Ashley queried, raising a brow. She knew that he would say yes; she just wanted to hear it.

“Yes, I did, thank you, Goddess Ashley.”

Ashley’s smirk became wider and more smug. “I know, you should be more submissive towards me in gratitude. It’s already quite late, you should probably go home. Another commandment from your goddess. You will kiss my feet whenever I tell you to leave my house.”

Carlo kissed both feet, then knelt down.

“Good thing you know the right thing to do, slave. Now get your shirt.” Ashley gave him an unsettling grin as she told him to get his clothing.

Ashley stood, and walked past him. Carlo spotted his shirt flattened, and had a yellow stain. When he got closer, an acidic stench pierced his nose.

He peed on his shirt!

Carlo stared at the wet clothing, dumbstruck. He didn’t expect her to urinate on his shirt. The white color of his shirt made it easy to spot.

“Like my mark? That’ll ward off any girl that might think about touching you.” She chuckled. “Nah, I’m pretty sure it’ll ward off everyone you encounter.”

Carlo didn’t know how to respond. Ashley was claiming him, and she left a mark for the world to see. He was frightened by what this could mean. Would this mean she would take complete control over him? Or she would allow some independence to shine on her pet?

“Now, put that on.” Ashley said with her hands on her hips.

Carlo gingerly put his shirt back on, careful not to have the wet portion hit his face. It was when he wore it that he realized that her urine seeped through both sides, leaving yellow marks on his front and back. The liquid was warm, and as putrid as ever.

“Hmm ...” she hummed. “You look good like that. Do you remember your homework?”

“H-homework?” Carlo stammered. His heart palpitated. He had no clue about what she was talking about.

“My socks.” Ashley reminded in a bored tone.

“Oh, yes.” Carlo blurted out. He rummaged his bag for the pair of socks, then held it out for her to take.

She clamped two fingers on a sock, then brought it up to her nose for a quick sniff. Ashley grimaced then dropped it on the floor. “Ugh! Smells like bad breath, but at least you did what I told you to do.”

Ashley picked up the socks on the floor, the pair that she wore today, and handed it to him. “Same thing with the previous ones.”

Ashley leaned her back against the couch when she sat, and with a dominating smirk, she declared. “This will be your new life. Your life as my slave. Tomorrow, you will have to look for me. I will be at my locker for five minutes, if you’re not there by that time. You know the consequences. Give me your phone.”

Carlo fished his phone from his pocket, and gave it to her. Ashley punched some buttons on his cell, then gave it back to him. He looked at the screen, and found that she saved her number, with her contact name being G.A.

“Text me good night later. I need to have your number too. Even in texts, you must call me Goddess Ashley. There will be times when I will be too busy to do our daily routine. I will text you if that happens. When you get detention or something urgent came up, you can text me too. But you should expect a heavy punishment the next day.” Ashley explained. “Now, go home.”

Carlo bowed his head to her, then went home. He got on his motorcycle, and sped off. He wanted to break the speed limit, but being pulled off by a police officer would not just mean he would have to pay a fine; he would also get questioned about the pee on his shirt. He already made up an excuse if someone were to notice it. He’d reason that a wild cat on a tree relieved itself on him. He got splattered on the front, then he ducked, which caused his back to get wet as well.

He didn’t have the most realistic excuse, but it’s not easy to see through the lie.

The winds were ferociously whipping him. The speed of his vehicle causing the angry gale to cool Ashley’s splatter, and lick his chest multiple times. Carlo shuddered; the smell of her urine still permeating through the air even at unsafe speeds.

When Carlo reached his place. He parked his motorcycle, and dashed to his unit. He resided in a condominium. The mass amount of people around didn’t make it easier for him to avoid attention, but somehow, he did.

Carlo slammed the door behind him. He breathed out a sigh of relief as he slumped down the door. He entered the bathroom to clean himself, washing away the scent of Ashley’s urine. He made sure to brush his teeth to remove the strong, arousing smell of her cum.

He changed into loose, comfortable clothes. He unzipped his bag to retrieve the pair of socks, and put one in his mouth, and the other against his nose as he slept.

Before he forgot, he took his phone and searched for her in his list of contacts.

“Good night, Goddess Ashley. Thank you for allowing a worthless person like me to worship you.”

Carlo added that he was a worthless person to make Ashley feel better. He knew enough to get in her good graces.

Message sent.

Carlo accepted his fate. With the way Ashley was enjoying having him as a slave. He would probably remain at her mercy for the rest of his enslaved life. The only thing he could do now is to accept it. He will now be a slave from now on. A slave to a gorgeous, cruel, and dominant goddess.

His days of charming women were over. From this day on forth, he would be a worthless foot-cleaner, pussy-stimulator, ass-licker, cum-eater, toe-sucker, sock-sniffer-and-soaker. And all of those happened only in two afternoons, and two nights.

His phone beeped. Carlo opened his phone to view the received text.

“It’s good that you know your place. Good night, slave.”

Carlo Anderson, the legendary charmer, has been enslaved by the girl with otherworldly beauty, Ashley Miller.