Kayla's Foot Diary #2 - Entries 8 to 15

Previously: Foot Diary #1 - Discovering Ross's Foot Fetish. Ross Fights Back. Beach Feet Massaged.  


Entry 8: 6th July 2003

Dear Diary,

So I'm onto a second volume, the start of a new book. Didn't actually think I would have persevered with a diary for this long! But I do find I need it - like it's cathartic to talk everything through, especially as this thing with my feet is still relatively new.

I really think I'm getting somewhere. It's tempting in a way to fast forward things - like forcing a confession out of Ross, but I'm sticking to my plan. After that afternoon at the beach, I have taken it slow and steady. That's the best way to win the race! I'd considered my other options again - get into a situation where I physically overpower him, but I can't see that working again. Especially when he won't come into the garden with just the two of us there, plus with his room always locked... anyway, he'd be on guard and not let me get the upper hand again. The guy is admittedly tough and strong.

The other option was to threaten to tell people but who would seriously believe me? I know I'm repeating myself from my last entry but I need to make sense of it; it's useful. Even Jenny would be skeptical. I thought about asking her to come over so we could double team him but I honestly can't see her getting involved. She's shyer and quieter than me and, annoyingly, seems to have that crush on Ross. Everyone else at school would laugh at me. Ross's bimbo of a girlfriend (Charlotte) wouldn't give me the time of day. Nothing I emailed, used message boards or text would make any difference. Yes, the more I've considered blackmailing him, threatening him, the more the logic holes appear.

So this is my plan. I am going to wear him down, with faux innocence, until his foot fetish cannot be denied. I don't want to rely on a video, or threats. I want him to know that he's beneath me!

So... small, minor victories as I take him over without him even realising it, rather than one big risky win, where I could end up losing for good.


Anyway... back to recent events!


I didn't see Ross at all yesterday. I thought about messaging him to tease him but, again, stuck resolutely to my plan. Today, however, he did make an appearance with Ryan - his stupid jock buddy - in the garden. I used that as my cue - joining them in the garden, which is something I would NEVER normally do. Had this happened a couple of weeks ago, I would have shut myself away, quietly accepting that I was inferior and hiding away was only natural. My stepbrother had humiliated me enough times over the years in front of his mates I would resign myself to reading in my room, time and time again.

Not this time!!

As I got into my now-customary position on the sun bed (the tan is coming along nicely by the way - the most bronzed I've ever looked!), Ryan scoffed over at me.

"Oh, hey loser! You come out here for a basketball challenge?" He laughed sarcastically. "Or you just come to gawk at me and your stepbro?"

Ross would normally be quick to chime in, saying far nastier things in front of his friend. However, the fact that I had come outside with his friend around seemed to catch him off guard. He recovered enough to shake his head and grin at his friend, telling him to ignore me and that even a decent tan wouldn't help me get laid. Prick!

Ryan snorted, giving me a smirk before resuming the stupid basketball contest he was having with my stepbrother. I'd positioned myself so that when right in front of the hoop, my feet would be in full view. This worked a treat! It threw Ross off his game, making him lose his focus and get beaten by his friend. Ross had even suggested moving the angle of the hoop but Ryan refused - he had the edge and was not giving it up!

After a little while, Ross suggested going into the living room to play some PlayStation 2, which Ryan agreed to with a grin - he knew that his friend hated losing basically.

For me, this was a small victory. Never before have I been the one to stay out in the garden, and rather than him forcing me to leave, him heading inside instead! Doesn't sound like much but it meant something. He didn't even look at me when he stormed back into the house.

At some point, Ryan must have headed home but my stepbrother was still inside, leaning forward on his place on the sofa. Engrossed in his Fifa - or some other football shit - game, he didn't even notice me slip in and sit on the other end of the sofa that he was on. I casually stretched my legs out until my feet were on his lap.

He nearly jumped in surprise while I widened my eyes, feigning innocence. "Oh, sorry Ross. My feet are sooo tired... I was hoping you could give them a little rub?"

Glaring at me, his PlayStation controller still in hand, he shook his head, hissing at me to back off, unless I wanted a serious beating. I pouted, grinning as I told him that all I wanted was a little foot rub for just five minutes...

He paused, clearly conflicted, as he stared at my petite, pretty feet. I'd painted my nails earlier, going for a sparkly crimson. The fact that he wasn't slapping me in the face already was a big deal in itself! The moment passed and he threw my feet off him, putting the controller down.

Clearing his throat, he stared at me, as if contemplating whether he was going to hurt me now. I remember every single word, as I was intimidated, not anymore... "Look... the stuff with your feet. It's over. You hear me, nerd? No more asking for lotion to be rubbed in, foot massages. You're a pathetic little loser - there is no chance that you're ever getting one over on me again! Things are gonna get back to how they were, I mean are, with me the boss around here. It was just.... it was you catching me on a bad day that was all - I don't like anything about you, nerd. Especially your stupid feet!"

I met his stare, not afraid of him anymore. "You seem awfully worked up by my feet. Anyway, if you won't rub my feet, I'll have the TV at least. You've had your turn...."

He opened his mouth to retort, clenching his fists... but then he just.... walked away! It was great! He had NEVER let me get the TV before.

I cheerfully called after him that he could rub my feet next time! The slam of his door upstairs made me giggle, while I put on some reality TV nonsense I could ignore, so I could catch up on my diary!

Love,
Kayla

Entry 9: 6th July 2003

Dear Diary,

Yes, that's right: two entries in one day! I have good reason...

Things are DEFINITELY changing. This evening, I've put my stepbrother in an impossible position - I am rather brilliant, I have to say.

After I made him leave both the garden AND the living room earlier, I didn't see my stepbrother until dinner. He'd obviously been thinking about how to deal with me: his undeniable problem. Maybe he thought after removing the video evidence that would've been it. He's in denial about his foot fetish, that's clear to me, despite the doubts I had before the beach. While he was stewing upstairs, he seemed to resolve to try a new tactic. Be very nice and respectful to me, almost ostentatiously, but be even more of a bastard when it was just the two of us.

He called cheerily at me when he returned to the living room, some thirty minutes before dinner, telling me that it was turn to watch the TV, as well as calling me a nerd.

Grabbing the remote from me, he grinned, his eyes completely averted from my bare feet. I smiled to myself, seeing this as another opportunity to get him to rub my feet. As I extended my legs out, he firmly slapped my calf, making me cry out.

"I told you before...." He continued to grin but his eyes had daggers in them. "You're pathetic, you little nerd. Get too near me again and I'll hit you harder."

I was surprised and annoyed, I have to admit. After my recent minor victories over him, I honestly thought it was a slow and steady capitulation. Yet, he was being as much of a bastard as ever. He casually pulled out his phone, not even watching the sports show he'd put on, looking pleased with himself. I considered straddling him again there and then, forcing the prick to kiss my feet... making him confess what a perverted freak he was but then my Mum came in.

"Oh hi you two! Nice to see you spending so much time together!" Mum cooed, giving us both a smile.

Ross returned a fake one, nodding and agreeing that 'family time' had been really fun and that he wanted to soak up every bit of it before he (he then corrected himself with a smirk to 'we') go to Uni. I frowned (I couldn't ignore the dig about him already having an assured place at university) while Mum gave me a reproachful look, saying how nice Ross was being - rubbing in sun lotion for me, making a real effort. She even suggested that Gab and Soph should come over again soon!

My snake of a stepbrother flashed us each a grin. "Oh, it was no bother. Happy to help out my little sister! And yes, we always love my cousins coming over, don't we, K?"


That was his mistake...



You see, my stepbrother is nowhere near as smart as he thinks he is. I knew then what I needed to do to have the advantage over him, but I would have to choose the right moment. Which I did! And the mention of The Cousins...well, that just spurred me on!

After dinner, we were watching TV with Mum and Ian. How "kind" Ross was being today, including being so damn charming over dinner, meant that he got to choose the film this evening; I thought about arguing this point but doing it in front of Mum and Ian would only make me look more petty. They had both remarked on the fact that I seemed distracted and wasn't making much conversation. Yes I was distracted; I was scheming!

Making sure I sat right next to Ross on the sofa, I squirmed around, exaggerating the fact that I just couldn't get comfy. His eyes flickered downwards but he seemed determined to ignore me. Deciding to go for it, I suddenly moved to a right angle from him and placed my feet in his lap. Ross cried out in surprise! Mum chided me not to annoy my 'brother' (she always omitted the 'step' bit). Ross's politeness to me recently had not gone unnoticed and he was definitely back to being the 'favoured' one.

"I only want a foot massage..." I gave my stepbrother a pout, who looked at me back in total shock, then he shook his head warningly.

He let out a nervous laugh, trying to deflect things away by suggesting that someone else do it, while I wiggled my toes against his hands that were held up like he was under arrest.

"Aw, but you've been so nice recently. haven't you Ross!" I said earnestly. "It's just a little foot rub. And no offence to Mum but her fingernails are kinda long. Plus Ian's asleep..." I added, rather dismissively, gesturing to my sleeping stepdad on his armchair.

Ross spoke through clenched teeth, claiming that he really wanted to watch this film, and that he'd do it another time. My Mum - what a legend - came to the rescue as she saw the look of disappointment on my face. She urged him on, stating that it was 'just a foot rub' for his 'sister'. As he'd been such a gentleman lately and mentioned he wanted to get in as much family time as possible, this would be a nice thing to do... Mum looked on approvingly as my stepbrother, with a sigh, soon caved and began to slowly knead his fingers against my bare soles.

Stretching my arms back a little, I couldn't help but grin. My stepbrother was applying increasing pressure to the balls of my feet, to the centre of each sole.... Maybe he had done this before for Charlotte. I even teased him to see if that were true but he just shot me a dark look. After a good ten minutes or so, he was still pressing away at my feet, his fingers against my - by then - soft-feeling soles.

My Mum popped out to take a phone call, pausing the film and smiling at us both, clearly happy we were "getting along"...

I smirked at Ross and asked him if he was enjoying himself... Glaring at me, my stepbrother paused rubbing my feet for a moment. His fingers just couldn't seem to push them aside though; he continued to rub away, grumbling slightly to himself, whispering a warning that I better not tell anyone about this.

Shrugging, I spread my toes. "Best you just keep rubbing my feet. Unless you want to massage my Mum's next?"

Ross looked absolutely mortified for a moment. He was about to say something, probably rude, but he instead merely glared and muttered to himself.

My Mum is a definite MILF. I always thought that Ross should be grateful to have such a sexy Stepmum - she's glamorous, in her early 40s and has a killer figure. But that's one of the issues - he blatantly resents her more for being hot. Ian left his wife for my Mum; in the divorce, Ian's lawyers saw to it that Ross's Mum would have very minimal contact, playing on a medical issue, which I've never fully understood. Anyway, the point is that Ross hates us - Mum and me. If Ian had gone for a frumpier, less glamarous woman of his own age, maybe Ross would have accepted her more.

"Good boy," I said, my smirk widening as my Mum returned to the room, still clearly happy that Ross was being a "kind brother". It was great being able to patronise him without fear of repercussions!

Still the foot massage continued. I loved watching him sweat, literally. Beads were forming on his forehead and he was clearly uncomfortable, but not from disgust. He was obviously enjoying the foot massage in some ways but, at the same time, was humiliated that it was with the one person he hated in the world (barring my Mum)!

"The Banks girls have definitely landed on their feet, haven't we Mum!" I chuckled, while my stepbrother kept massaging away, clearly finding it hard to stop while Mum had shifted her attention more to the film. Banks was a reference to Mum's maiden name. Sometimes I would call myself Kayla Banks; it's only more recently I've accepted my legal surname of Dawson.

"What's that love?" Mum said absently. I'm so proud of my Mum but I wish she spoke more eloquently. Her accent could be described as 'rough', but I would only accept that coming from me, and hated it every time Ross made a disparaging remark behind her back, that she was a 'washerwoman' or a 'wench'.

I repeated it, then mentioned The Cousins - asking when they could come over and that they surely love a foot rub from Ross too! Mum agreed, raving about how gorgeous the two of them are (which is true, but still frustrates me how she thinks they're so perfect), while my stepbrother looked mortified once more. Luckily (or unluckily?!) for Ross, Mum had to pop out again, assuring us that it was fine to leave the film there. Turning off the TV seemed to awake Ian. That was my stepbrother's cue to hastily drop my feet and rapidly depart upstairs, tail between his legs.

It is happening gradually but so, so satisfyingly. My stepbrother is slowly breaking.... to think he actually massaged my feet in front of Mum... I'm already excited about tomorrow!

Love,
Kayla

Entry 10: 8th July 2003

Dear Diary,

I'm definitely making steps forwards; Ross is crumbling, I know it! Yet it's not all that simple...

After making my stepbrother succumb to rubbing my feet the other day, Ross did his disappearing act again. He went out early, apparently to spend time with his girlfriend, Charlotte. He didn't return until late in the evening, so no chance for me to push my advantage any further. To make things even worse, Mum casually announced that The Cousins were coming over a surprise visit, in just a few minutes time! When they arrived, they barely looked at me, asking after Ross and gutted that he wasn't around to see them.

The three of us sat in the living room, Mum chatting away to them while they 'tolerated' her conversation (that's the best way of describing it). After she left the room, suggesting we use the pool outside, the three of us headed to the garden, where Gabrielle couldn't help but notice my tan when I took my vest and shorts off, making a sarcastic comment that I wasn't looking as pasty as usual. Sophia giggled at this, stating that it was a shame Ross wasn't here so we could have another basketball competition... She daintily hopped into the pool, wriggling her admittedly cute backside against the sides.

Smirking, Gabrielle joined her, flicking her hand dismissively at me. "Get us some lemonade, loser. Make yourself useful."

For a second, I considered blurting out that I'd made their precious cousin give me a foot massage, physically overpowered him with my feet... But that would be stupid - he'd find out and it could ruin my plan. So, instead, I shrugged at them, before slipping into the pool on the other side, briefly telling them that I didn't want to. Already, my heart was beating but I decided to stand up to these two nemeses of mine. They had bossed me around for nearly as long as Ross had.

The two girls exchanged a surprised look, Sophia's mouth hanging open a little as Gab narrowed her eyes. "What? I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Unless you want to be kneeling at our feet again, painting our nails like a good little servant-bitch girl?"

I held my nerve, trying to ignore the times when I had grudgingly, pathetically accepted doing this before - just because the spoilt brats insisted I did, to show that they were superior to me.

"Get it yourself..." I said, my voice steady and calm, to which the two half-Italian girls looked rather nonplussed by. They didn't budge but weren't saying anything. "Funny that you two aren't so tough without your bully cousin around to protect you."

Sophia shook her head at me, her beautiful brown eyes narrowed while Gabrielle did the talking. "Uh, it's not that he's a bully, loser. It's that he's better than you. He's already got a place at Uni, is gifted at sports, is super popular... and why should he be nice to you? You're a piece of trash and should be grateful we're even talking to you. Now fetch the lemonade like a good little bitch."

Her words hurt but I didn't cave in. In the past, I would have mumbled a sorry, probably with tears in my eyes. That would have led to Gabrielle making me beg at hers and Sophia's feet (yes, literally...), not satisfied until I'd humiliated myself. Not anymore...So, I instead just shrugged again, staying at the other end of the pool, telling The Cousins that they could get their own lemonade.

The girls looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Gabrielle looked like she was going to say something but we were all saved by my Mum appearing at the door. Gab used this as her cue to ask for lemonade from My Mum instead, who happily obliged, while the two gorgeous half-Italians began chatting, pretending that I wasn't there. When Mum returned, they thanked her with fake smiles, their eyes full of daggers at me as they sipped their drinks.

Finally Gabrielle acknowledged me. "You'll regret this, you little nerd. We're gonna tell Ross everything..." She added with a smug look, clinking glasses with her sister who practically squealed with excitement.

"Like he cares," I replied, still staying measured and calm. "He's with his girlfriend anyway..." Which made Sophia glare at me (it can't be right that she is so besotted with her own cousin). "Probably rubbing her feet like a good boy..."

I said this last part as a private joke to myself, just to make me feel better. I wasn't expecting the reaction...

Gabrielle chuckled, nudging her sister who also found this amusing. According to her, Ross hates feet, that he wouldn't rub their feet, let alone his girlfriend's!. No, instead, Gab reckoned that her cousin would probably be getting laid, which Sophia turned a little red at.

"Hates feet?" I couldn't help myself. This was the part that really interested me.

Gabrielle rolled her eyes at me, calling me a loser as she beckoned for her sister to leave with her. So they departed, not even bothering to bring their half-finished lemonades back in. Watching their toned, tanned frames leave, it reminded me to work out more - much as I loathed them, I had to admit that I envied their looks. Ross didn't show up for the rest of the day, his no-show at dinner caused both Ian and Mum to bemoan his rudeness and inconsideration. Bonus for me!

Plus, that was an interesting detail about Ross "hating feet"... It made me wonder how much in denial my stepbrother had been... had it been for years; The Cousins seemed convinced enough that his hatred for them was real. The more I think about it, the more obvious it is - it's a front, to say the opposite to save face, to convince him and others around him that he's an alpha. If he indulged at all, even a foot rub to his hot girlfriend, or bratty cousins, then it would reveal too much, expose him. Interesting!

So that was all from yesterday. Now onto today's events! I had been thinking more about Ross's denial, his refusal to have his true desires revealed. It would just take more opportunities, and that's what happened... This morning, Ross was at the breakfast table, shovelling cereal into his mouth. He glared at me but but before he could speak I got in there first, making a comment that Charlotte was one lucky girl, considering what a pro he is at foot massages... I sat opposite him, filling up a glass of orange juice.

He took a breath and fixed me with an even nastier look, swallowing his food, his fists clenched. "What... Shut the fuck up... I'm not touching your feet, you little bitch, EVER again! You hear me, nerd?"

I held his gaze. "First of all, I am not a bitch, or a nerd. You should be grateful that I let you touch my feet! And oh, you will be touching my feet again. It won't be because I've forced you to, or made you play nice in front of our parents. No, it will be because you want to. No forget that, because you need to. You know it and I know it."

Ross's mouth hung open; in the past, him swearing at me and shouting like that would've made me cry or run off. I stood up to him, spoke nothing but the truth and he didn't know what to do! I stared at him challengingly for a few more moments until his eyes shifted away, pushing his bowl aside and stomping off. Unfortunately for him, My Mum was just coming in from her coffee morning. Before he could protest, she insisted he stayed downstairs with me, to have some more "family time". He agreed, but he was not happy!

He continued to sulk as the three of us headed to the living room, on Mum's suggestion that the PlayStation would be a "nice activity" for us. My Mum is the best - ha! As Ross reluctantly slumped down on the sofa, I plopped myself two seats away so I could stretch my legs out, crossing my bare feet at the ankles so they were just a few inches from him. He thought about saying something but decided not to, which made me giggle a little.

Ross glared at me when my Mum left, telling me forcefully that we were going to play Fifa and that I was not to 'try anything'.

"What about Tekken?" I asked, as I wiggled my toes. "Let's play that."

"Fine," he huffed. "Just don't.... you know... just don't push it any more..."

I feigned innocence, shrugging as we began to play. Admittedly, Ross was better than Tekken than me, but it was the only game I didn't mind playing that much. For me, the PlayStation itself was irrelevant; it was all about manoeuvring things into another foot massage...

Ross began getting lost in the game and a few minutes later, I slowly slid down on the couch so that my feet were placed in his lap. He started to mutter some words of warning but they soon trailed off as his eyes kept shifting between the screen and my wiggling toes. He sighed after I actually managed to beat down his character and win the round. A little helplessly, he pointed at my feet and gave me a look, asking if I had to put my feet on his lap.

I giggled. "I'm just getting comfy..." I sighed contentedly and spread my toes. "Anyway, this is just so relaxing.... another foot massage right now would be great..."

"Give you a foot massage?!" He laughed nervously as he continued to stay slumped where he was, not daring to move or even touch my feet, as if they were a beautiful yet deadly predator. "Ha.... No, it's not. I mean... " He cleared his throat.

"Even less articulate than usual..." I observed, giggling again so that he actually blushed a little. He stayed silent and decided to pick up the controller, focusing fully on the screen, trying not to shift his gaze back to my feet. It worked for the next round; his character pummelled mine, which caused him to regain some confidence and smirk at me. However, I crossed and uncrossed my feet a couple of times, brushing them lightly against his crotch, feeling that the freak was getting hard, despite himself.

The tough guy act continued to crumble with every passing minute. He went from stubbornly ignoring my feet, to stealing a glance, biting his lip nervously, groaning when his character got beaten increasingly easily, slowly sliding his back down so he was at a forty-five degree angle.

He announced suddenly, that I was quite good at Tekken, clearing his throat. I thanked him with a grin, before proceeding to beat him with increasing ease; his focus was clearly going, and I was improving every time. It felt amazing to beat my stepbrother at something competitive!

"You can rub my feet, if you want. You did such a good job the other night. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone..." I knew I was pushing it here but I had ground him down to such an extent that he wasn't fighting back - much like his Tekken character! "Anyway, you must do this for Charlotte all the time... what's the biggie?"

He squirmed around but I knew I had him. He'd been staring at my feet for so long now, it was almost inevitable when he agreed with a grunt. I pushed him further, enjoying torturing him as he took hold of one of my petite soft soles, as well as the fact that I'd made him rock hard again with my feet, with no physical force or exertion on my part!

He sighed, looking conflicted but his desire took over. After I pushed for an answer, he replied in a weak voice, his eyes fixed down, muttering something vague about me wanting him to rub my feet, rather than the other way around.

"Is that how you proposition your girlfriend?" I giggled lightly, wiggling my toes. "Or does she just make you?"

"I don't... er...rub her feet..." He finally let slip, looking annoyed with himself but it was confirmed. It was just for me that he did this! He muttered that he would rub mine, clearly not knowing what else to say to me.

"Oh, thanks!" I giggled as he caved, pressing his thumbs against the centre of my sole as I stretched out my arms like a contented cat. "Well Charlotte is missing out for sure. Hmmmm I could definitely get used to this..." The massage was pretty amazing.

My feet still feel so soft, so refreshed... Ross spent a good twenty minutes kneading away and pressing his thumbs against my arches, rubbing away at each individual toe. There was no denying it; I didn't even have to say it in front of him but it's clear: he loves my feet! He only stopped because he was getting a phone call from Charlotte. Ha... imagine the look on that stuck-up cow's face if she knew what he was doing! Especially when he apparently "hated" feet and had never massaged hers. Ha!

So there we go. It's happening even more quickly than I thought! And I'm determined to do it this way - without forcing him, blackmailing him. I want him to crumble and break naturally! I want him to need my feet!

Love,
Kayla

Entry 11: 9th July 2003

Dear Diary,

I actually feel a little bit sorry for my stepbrother. Not that much, as up until recently he has been a total bastard to me. Since yesterday though, it's clear who's on top and runs the show in this house now. Me!

Annoyingly, I took it a little too far today. But still, progress is being made!

After my foot massage yesterday, Ross didn't hide away like he'd done before. He was quiet, could barely look me in the eye at dinner and took Charlotte out in the evening. Guilty conscience maybe? I got another text message from Ben - he's pretty persistent to be fair to him.

So I met him very briefly for a coffee just now. I was in town anyway, getting some blonde highlights for my hair. I was sick of that mousy brown I'd always had; I definitely felt more confident with my 'new look'. Anyway, if I'm honest, I don't know why I was really into Ben in the first place. He was a little nervous and kept telling me how great I looked, including my new hair and he noticed my tan, too. To be fair, I do feel more confident and attractive than I've ever been. He, on the other hand, babbled. A lot. He's one of those people who just feels he needs to fill even a second of silence - maybe by talking so much he thought he was impressing me. Or maybe he thought I was just grateful that he'd asked me out again after dumping me two years ago. So, it was OK but I'm not exactly desperate to see him again. He's even asked me to a party in the next week or so, which apparently Ross is going to as well. Interesting....

Right. Back to my project...

After lunch, I got back to Ross in the living room, on the PlayStation again. He was playing Fifa as I walked in. Clearly, he'd been thinking about this, it was almost as if he'd rehearsed it.

"Yesterday - that was nothing, by the way, yeah?" He told me standing up, with his arms folded. "Giving you a foot rub it's just... you know, that's just... a nice thing to do. Don't, like... read so much into it. But I've done it now... so, no more, yeah?"

It was the most polite he's ever been to me but that wasn't enough - I still knew I'd get my way. I bit my lip and just stood facing him, hands on hips. "Sure..." I rolled my eyes a little, "So that's why you don't do it for your girlfriend?" He didn't know what to say to this, so I continued. "Anyway, I'm just going to chill on the sofa. You keep playing your game!"

He frowned a little, eyes darting between the sofa and the door. He decided to sit back down, nodding slightly at me, as if to show that we had some sort of truce. HA!

Yawning and stretching, I decided to lie at the end of the sofa, my legs crossed so my bare feet again were close to my stepbrother. He tried to ignore them but his eyes began to shift over to them, especially when I casually extended my legs so my feet were in his lap.

He froze, not touching a button and sighed, asking if I was intending on keeping my feet there. I casually gave him a 'Uh-huh', in reply, while casually tapping on my phone, replying to Ben, who had sent me a nice text, telling me how great it had been to see me for coffee. My stepbrother didn't move a muscle. Finally, he took a breath and asked if I wanted another foot massage...

That's right. HE asked ME! It was music to my ears! But I played it cool, trying not to smirk too much as I wiggled my toes in approval, as he got to work on my feet. I then went even further, instructing him to put the Tekken disc in so I could play some, while he rubbed my feet... I was talking down to him but not in a massively rude way, just a casually dismissive way, which he accepted. He paused for a second and cleared his throat, before standing up. For a moment, I thought he would leave. However, with another glance at my feet he decided to stay, passing me a controller so I could enjoy kicking some virtual ass, accepting my feet into his hands. Amazing!

The best was yet to come though...

After a little while of him rubbing my feet - us both enjoying it - I genuinely lost track of time but it must have been at least half an hour; Ross was being so damn compliant that I knew I could push him further. I told him firmly that his lap wasn't comfortable, and that he needed to move away a little, so just my feet could be on the sofa. He was a bit taken aback as he shifted around until he was on the very edge of the sofa, his body positioned to face me.

"Actually, easier if you just get on the floor. That's OK right? It's just that my feet are sooo comfy when they can rest on the sofa and have more space!" I smirked at him, trying not to look too smug but probably failing.

My loser of a stepbrother actually got down on the floor, into an awkward kneeling position so he could rub my feet more easily. His cheeks were reddened and he hadn't looked me in the eye for a while now; he was fixated on my feet, rubbing away so reverently that I felt like a princess with Ross as my loyal, pathetic servant!

"Good slave," I told him, stretching my arms back and giggling. "Who would have thought that you'd be devoted little foot rubber! Hehe, imagine if our parents walked in right now... Kayla and her slave"

Ross slowed down his rubbing, his shoulders shifting uncomfortably. He clearly didn't like that, stating calmly that he was not a slave.

I giggled again, tapping his head patronisingly with a bare foot while I gently tugged at my new blonde-brown hair. "Oooh of course you're not. Just keep quiet and keep rubbing, slave."

Ross dropped my feet, standing back up. "That's it. Enough. I don't need this... this is just stupid. I'm not your fucking slave you...nerd.... You have some nerve. All I was doing was... being nice.... rubbing your feet. That's it - fuck you!"

I thought he was going to slap or hit me, like he'd done on other occasions. But he just stormed out. So that is progress in a way - that he didn't do anything physical. Yet I'm annoyed I took it too far. I could left it as him kneeling before me and savoured that. So, not ideal.

But still, it's undeniable he loves my feet! He just can't resist and he'll be back for more...

Love,
Kayla

Entry 12: 10th July 2003

Dear Diary,

OK. Not ideal, not at all. Ross stayed at Ryan's last night and is going to tonight as well. It must have been me pushing too far that's caused it. So definitely a spanner in the works.

So I need to be careful how I play this. I should wait for him to calm down and come back to me... But what if he just keeps dodging me from now on? It's tricky...

In the mean time, I'm going to meet up with Jenny. There's nothing I can do today with my stepbrother and my plan to ruin him. I need to get out a bit more, be more sociable. It just doesn't come so naturally to me and as I've written before, it's like I struggle to connect with people. Jenny is nice and seems to like me, even though we don't talk much beyond our favourite books and TV shows.

We're meeting up in town this afternoon. Will update on Ross when I actually get to see the creep! He's so into my feet he won't be able to resist for too much longer....

Love,
Kayla

Entry 13: 12th July 2003

Dear Diary,

This is starting to piss me off. Ross has dodged me at all costs. During the day he will be out of the house, seeing his girlfriend or one of his idiot jock buddies like Ryan. He always seems to make it back for dinner, probably just to please Ian and Mum. Yet after that, he's back out seeing Charlotte (not rubbing her feet, that's for sure...) After that, he's straight to his room, straight to bed.

He gives no opportunities to be alone with me, or even in front of the TV in the evening with my Mum there too. He's totally avoiding me.

So this afternoon, I decided to talk to Jenny. She didn't believe me, snorting at the fact that I was even able to overpower my stepbrother enough to place my feet in his face, let alone get him aroused by doing so and then actually willingly rub my feet! The more I talked, the less incredulous she became. However, she still wasn't buying it.

Still, Jenny is intrigued. She asked about video evidence, which I did technically have at one point. She focused on that, chastising for me for not making sure that was bullet proof. Her advice is to be more aggressive. To threaten and blackmail him but.... that's just not my style. Plus, I'm so, so keen to see him actively choose to become my foot pet. I could message him.... try to lure him or make it too enticing for him. That may be the next step if things don't change soon!

Something I will do at some point is have my stepbrother rubbing my feet in front of Jenny. That just would be too good.... but I need to believe it!

I had him, just a few days ago. Maybe that image, of him choosing to kneel at my feet, agreeing to rub them while I played on the PlayStation is the best I'm going to get.

If it is, then at least I know I owned him, briefly. This could end up being a pretty short diary....

Love,
Kayla

Entry 14: 14th July 2003

Dear Diary,

Well I haven't made any direct progress. But I've got to do something, which I think will help in the long run... we'll see!

It all happened this morning when Charlotte came over. Yeah - that Charlotte, the annoyingly hot, almost impossibly tall supermodel-esque girlfriend of my stepbrother. I couldn't believe my luck when I saw her parking her Mercedes on our drive and strolling towards the front door. I only happened to see her because I'd taken out the rubbish (Mum and Ian insist we do chores, even though we could easily afford to pay someone to.... "Character building" apparently).

Anyway, a plan quickly formed in my head. It was simple: I needed to get him to mention something in front of her. Plus that snooty bitch had been downright vile to me at school for the past few months, since they started dating.

She'd obviously missed Ross's instructions or forgotten, as up until now, he'd been the one to head out, not someone to come here. Charlotte was probably just picking him up on the way out somewhere. Opening the door, before she could even ring the doorbell, Ross's girlfriend stared at me in surprise, her nose soon wrinkling as if I were an unpleasant smell.

"Oh, it's you," she rolled her eyes and checked her Apple watch. "Tell Ross to meet me in the car." She said briefly, like she was talking to a peasant, flicking her long black hair behind her. She looked a lot like a Kate Moss facially, but more tanned and with a toned body. I assured her in my most humble voice that Ross had instructed me to let her in, to get comfortable on the sofa, while I made her a coffee.

She stared at me, her over-large lips curling slightly. "Wow, he's got you running errands.... You really are pathetic, Kaylie, Kayla, whatever.... " She said, almost with a tut. "Yeah, OK then. It's a cortado by the way - remember that for next time..." With an arrogant wave of her hand, she pushed passed me, her heels clicking on the way to the living room. I quickly hurried to the kitchen, hoping that Ross hadn't even noticed her.

Our kitchen is separate to our living room (course it is - we're loaded, remember!), but I could see my stepbrother's vain girlfriend, happily stretched out on the sofa, admiring her new nails, like she owned the place. Calling out at me, like I was staff there to serve her, she demanded low fat milk, not frothed for too long.

I shouted back an affirmative, realising that Ross was going to hear all of this. So I quickly took Charlotte's cortado in while she watched me with amusement, knowing there wasn't much time until he'd join us. Crossing her long legs over, she gave me a mere nod of approval as she sipped from her drink.

"Wow.... you must really work out..." I gushed at her, sitting next to Charlotte on the sofa, who simply shrugged. "I mean, you're so toned. I bet even your feet are nice..." I looked down at my own, as if I was disappointed with them. Charlotte snorted a little with laughter, enjoying the fact that she must have assumed I was so in awe of her.

This was the next part of my plan - to get talking about feet with Ross's girlfriend so I could slip some key information...


She gave me a smug look. "Well, some people are just born to be sexy, attractive, just better," she said with authority, nodding wisely. She pulled a face for a moment. "But my feet... Ha! If there's one part of a woman you don't give a shit about, it's feet, sweetheart. Only freaks and losers care about those."

I pretended to be surprised, asking her if Ross had never massaged her feet. I hadn't expected her to mention how undesirable she considered feet to be.... the irony!

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "What did I just say? Are you a bit slow or something? Feet are gross. Ross thinks so too - I told him on, like, our first date it was the one part of my body that isn't fucking amazing, and he doesn't need to worry about being with a girl, who's like a diva - demanding foot massages and all that shit. He hates feet. Another reason we're a perfect match," she added, checking her watch as if she was starting to get impatient. "Where is he already?"

This was actually better than I first thought; my cobbled together plan was to encourage Charlotte to show how nice her feet were, that actually he didn't hate them after all, then getting Ross so massage them in front of the two of us, just to embarrass him. I looked confused as Charlotte sighed impatiently at me to fetch my stepbrother.

I giggled nervously. This was great timing, Ross had come thundering down the stairs, shouting out for Charlotte, causing my Mum upstairs to yell down to him to stop making such a racket. Just as Ross walked in the room, I spoke at exactly the right moment. "Ross gives such great foot rubs. He was rubbing mine soooo well the other day while I was on the PlayStation, weren't you Ross?"

My stepbrother stared aghast, looking between us. Finally, his face broke into a grin, adopting a sarcastic tone and laughing it off. I frowned, reminding him that he did when I played Tekken AND did so while we watched a film, with my Mum there too...

Ross looked livid but he had a fixed smile on his face. "Good one, loser..."

"Mum!" I called out while Ross looked desperately at Charlotte who narrowed her eyes and folded her arms. When my Mum appeared, I quickly got her to confirm the massage, which she happily did so, praising Ross for being such a "kind brother" and a "real gent". She even added that he did it for ages, like he didn't mind one little bit! When she popped back out of the room, Charlotte cleared her throat.

"Interesting, Ross. I thought you hated feet?" She gave me an icy glare, before focusing her attention back on her boyfriend. "We've got some talking to do. Come on then," she added briskly, getting to her feet and handing me the half-drank cortado. "Let's go."

Ross let out a sigh as his girlfriend stood up, heading out of the room, giving me a dark look. I pieced it together in my head....

He was pretending he hated feet so much because:

a) Charlotte had made her feelings clear on them
b) He wanted to hide his secret. Best to keep being the "alpha" rather than reveal a side to her, and anyone else, that would make him come across as weak. Just as I suspected after what The Cousins told me!

So - not exactly direct progress in terms of getting him to break at my feet, but an interesting wrinkle. It will help me in the long run....hopefully!

I just need to get him on his own....Then I'll break him!

Love,
Kayla

Entry 15: 14th July 2003

Dear Diary,

Well, what a very successful afternoon! That's right - I'm writing twice in a day, after not having my stepbrother at my feet for days! When Ross got back from seeing Charlotte, he apparently stormed up straight to his room (I heard from Mum later). I was in the garden at that point, catching some sun rays and enjoying my book. I'd been so pleased with how well I'd played things in front of Ross's bitch of a girlfriend earlier, I assumed that would be it for a day - or more, based on his usual dodging tactics.

But there he was suddenly - in the garden and heading straight to me. My impulse at first was to shrink back when I saw his tall, muscular frame appear, but that was quickly replaced with that recently-found sense of power I had around him. I'd effortlessly got this guy, this tosser who'd bullied me for years, to massage my feet. He had even knelt before me while I played Tekken at one point! And earlier, I'd told his girlfriend how good he was at foot massages! Did he want to pummel me, to hurt me...?

Then it happened. He sat awkwardly at the end of my sun-bed, taking a deep breath. He opened his mouth a couple of times, shaking his head.

"I.... can't believe... can't believe I'm actually saying this...." He began, looking visibly worried. Rarely had I seen that expression on his usually-arrogant face.

Playing it cool, I stared at him, sunglasses still on, spreading my toes on the end of the sun-bed. I waited for him to continue.

"Is it, like cool if I.... Y'know... erm... If I... rub your feet?" He swallowed thickly, averting his eyes from me.

It was the moment I'd been waiting for. It was tempting to jump and cheer, to laugh in his face. But I'd been waiting for this and was ready.

"Why should I?" I shot back at him. "What's in it for me?"

He looked genuinely shocked, shaking his head. "What?! For... you? I've just actually, like, offered to rub your feet! You should be... fucking grateful!"

"Me, grateful? It's you who needs to show gratitude! If you want to rub my feet then I need to get something out of it," I said in a reasonable tone, folding my arms and crossing my feet at the ankles. "First off, I need you to speak to me and treat me with respect. Apologise for swearing, or you won't get to touch my feet at all today."

He clenched his fists but nodded for a moment, as if making sense of the situation, apologising in a quiet voice. "Sorry, Kayla."

Rarely did he say my name - I'd been so accustomed to "loser", "nerd", "geek", "bitch" - and worse - for so long now. It was like hearing a foreign word.

"Good boy," I said, relishing in how much I could patronise him and he was powerless to fight back. "Let's just make this clear, Ross. I don't want any interruptions. You like feet. You like my feet and you, without a doubt, get more out of rubbing them than I do. So it's me doing you a favour. You can't resist them - you know it and I know it. You can avoid me all you want, you can distract yourself with basketball, you can pretend that you're satisfied enough with Charlotte without being allowed to touch her feet..." I took a chance at adding this bit in, but Ross was taking it all in, not arguing.

This had actually made things easier, almost inevitable in a way. Once I knew that he wasn't going to get his rocks off with his actual girlfriend's feet, it made more sense that he was so drawn to mine. I'd been thinking that this morning was such a useful surprise visit from her!


"I know it and you know it. I know you deleted that video from my computer before and honestly, I'm not interested in blackmailing you, revealing your secret, making your life hell. I just think it's fair that I get something out of this," I said this in the same, reasonable tone. I was impressed with myself of how matter-of-fact and commanding I sounded. It's like I had found a voice since I had seen my nemesis's weakness!

"So, yes you can rub my feet. That won't be the end of it, don't you worry!" I giggled slightly, which made him balk for a moment. "If only I had known about this years ago, then you would have been such a nice, attentive stepbrother. When your cousins mentioned the other day that you hate feet, it made sense. You've been kidding yourself for years! Anyway, you've got some making up to do! Like I said, no more swearing. And when I say respect, I don't mean just that, but 'pleases' and 'thank yous'. I want you to treat me nicely, all of the time. In front of everyone - not just Mum and Ian. In front of your cousins, your friends, Charlotte.... Sound fair?"

I remember every word of what I said - I felt so vindicated, that I was finally calling the shots, the one in charge.

He nodded, actually looking relieved that this was all I was asking for. Of course, there will be more to come... Finally, I let him kneel down at the end of the sun-bed and begin plying away with his hands to give me another (admittedly excellent) foot massage. It was bliss, to be honest. Reading my book, getting more of a bronzed tan and feeling my stepbrother, someone who'd given me so much crap, dutifully and eagerly massage my feet, knowing how much he was enjoying it. Not in that way! No, I wasn't and am not interested in anything sexual with him, ew! And I'm not honestly not sure if he is - he seems just so content touching my feet.

The very best was some thirty minutes when I contentedly stretched out. It just seemed to pop in my head and I said it at once. "That will do, Ross. Now you can kiss each of my soles and thank me."

He looked startled as he shifted his eyes around as if checking if anyone else could hear. Letting out an uncertain 'er', he was clearly flustered and it was rather delicious to watch.

It made me think of a time when Sophia had been literally riding me like I was her pony, Ross laughing hysterically the whole time. My knees were literally buckling as I was forced to kiss the top of Gabrielle's feet, as she stood hands on hips over me, calling me a "pony bitch."

So it was so cathartic and entertaining to watch Ross's resistance crumble away; it didn't take him long to gather himself and begin pursing his lips together. The feeling of his wet lips (and some tongue, the freak!) on my soles was a little weird, but to be honest, it was that sense of power. Of having conquered someone, of seeing someone 'better' than you, now beneath you that, I really relished.

After his lips lingered on the centre of my other sole, he muttered a brief "Thank you..." before clearing his throat and slowly standing up, ambling away - trying to conceal the wood in his pants.

"You're welcome, loser!" I called after him. I said 'loser' deliberately, as it was a word he gleefully had used on me, so many times before. So it was important that he accepted this word, which he did without a backward glance!

So that's it. Surely, I have broken my stepbrother! He's actually, willingly kissed my feet in submission! Now it's just a question of how far I can push him....


I can't wait to enjoy fully dominating my stepbrother now!!

Love,
Kayla

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