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That night, I lay awake in my bed until sunrise. All I could think about was Katie and her perfect feet, my mind replaying the scene where I held her foot over and over again. It never got old; I could live in that moment forever. More than anything, I wanted to be her servant. On the other hand, I didn’t want to risk losing a lifetime of friendship over some fetish.
At that moment, I decided that it wasn’t worth the risk. There were plenty of other girls that had even prettier feet than Katie, while also discounting the risk to an existing friendship. For the time being, I was content with my fantasies being just that: a fantasy.
With that, I let loose and had the most amazing jerkoff session I had ever experienced. I imagined myself in Katie’s room, knelt at the foot of her bed while she sat above me. She held her foot up to my lips and smirked, gently sliding her big toe into my mouth.
“Suck on it, servant.” she’d say, and I would.
At that point, I had already exploded. Just the thought of sucking on a single one of her toes was enough to push me over the edge. It almost made me reconsider my stance on keeping it contained to just a fantasy, but I returned to my senses pretty fast. This couldn’t happen in real life, not without ruining our friendship. In the end, my friendship with Katie mattered too much just to throw away like that.
The following night, she came over for a sleepover. An eighteen year old guy and girl spending the night together would normally have some pretty hefty implications, however this was something we had done for years and nobody thought anything of it.
“So what do you wanna do?” I asked as she entered my room.
She shrugged, throwing her bag down, “Dunno. I was gonna finish this book I’ve been reading.”
She crouched down to reach into her bag, unzipping it. Much to my relief, she had either forgotten about the ‘servant’ thing or was choosing to not mention it. A few moments later, she pulled a book out of her bag and held it up.
“Ok, that’s cool.” I jumped onto my bed as she flipped open the book and began searching for her page, “I’ll just be on my phone if you need me.”
I climbed onto my bed and sprawled out onto my back, holding my phone above me. Mindlessly scrolling was a common pastime of mine, but it wasn’t something I usually did while Katie was over. Typically her first suggestion was to do something that included both of us. This time though, she immediately wanted şişli escort to read a book alone.
After a couple minutes of scrolling, I saw the shape of Katie climbing onto my bed out of the corner of my vision. This was pretty common for her to do as my bed was more than big enough for two people. She lay on her front at the other end of the bed, looking down at her book. Her long legs stretched along the mattress, her socked feet resting comfortably on the pillow just a few inches from my head.
All it would’ve taken was a small turn of my head for my nose to touch her foot, but I resisted. However badly I wanted to smell her foot, it wasn’t worth the risk of ruining our friendship. Katie yawned, her body shifting slightly as she did so. Her feet moved closer to me, just barely rubbing against my head.
It stayed like this for a moment, with me daring not to breathe. I couldn’t see her face, but I could have sworn she had a small smile playing on her lips. She tapped me with her foot. I turned to face them in surprise. She did it again, her foot lightly kicking my nose. She was messing with me, toying with me. It took every inch of willpower I could muster not to bury my nose into her foot with how close it was to me.
“What are you doing?” I finally asked as she booped my nose with her foot once more.
“You wanted to smell my foot yesterday, didn’t you?” she answered, still looking down at her book. Seconds passed as she waited patiently for my response, but it never came. She shifted her foot so that it lay perfectly against my nose. “Go ahead.”
The way she was completely reading my desires and ordering me to act upon them without looking up from her book was driving me wild. It felt like she was wrapping me around her finger without even giving me her full attention. It was pointless trying to hold back now; I could feel the cotton of her sock against my nose.
Katie giggled softly as I inhaled deeply. Her socks smelt like lavender but I wasn’t sure if that was her sock or her foot. Either way, it was the scent of heaven. She wiggled her foot slightly, tapping my nose as I took another breath. Looking down at the other end of my bed I could see the back of Katie’s head, black hair falling elegantly down her back. She was wearing shorts which revealed her long legs, leading along to her flawless feet which sat in front of my face. The scent made me want her even more, made her appear even more perfect. I couldn’t taksim escort be content with just fantasy.
“Take them off if you want too.” Katie wiggled her toes, indicating exactly what she was talking about. She was controlling me so effortlessly, so easily. She turned another page in her book as I took in another breath of her lavender scent. It was clear I hadn’t been the only one imagining this situation the previous night. Katie had me exactly where she wanted me, almost like it was planned. She’d seen the advantage my fetish had given her and was taking full advantage of it.
“You aren’t joking? I can actually take them off?”
“Yep.” She finally turned to face me, a grin on her face, “Go ahead. Take off my socks, Sam.”
I stared at her socks as her toes slowly wiggled. My hands gently took hold of them, fingers gripping the edge lightly. She looked back down at her book, giggling as I began rolling the sock down her foot. Her pristine skin seemed to glow as it was steadily revealed, my slow pace intended to tease Katie but only seeming to affect me. The black cotton gently slid along her arch, before her toes sprung free and her foot was bare.
I pushed my nose against her smooth sole and inhaled. The lavender smell was even stronger than it was before.
“How is it?” Katie asked, turning a page.
Instead of answering I simply inhaled deeply. This told her all she needed to know, as evidenced by her quiet giggling. Every time this happened, Katie seemed to enjoy it more and more. When I first asked to see her feet, she was apprehensive. Now, she was actively encouraging it.
Katie moved her foot so that her toes were directly under my nose, cupping it with the area between her toes and sole. In this position, her toes themselves were brushing against my upper lip. It took everything I had to not try and lick them right there. Katie wasn’t looking at her book anymore, rather she was watching to see my reaction with a grin on her face.
“I can’t help but beat myself up for not showing you my feet sooner.” she explained, watching me out of the corner of her eyes, “If I’d have known how much you liked them, I would’ve…”
She fell silent as if thinking about something. I wanted to question her, but I was lost in the overwhelming scent of her feet. With my nose cupped under her toes, the lavender aroma was stronger than ever. It almost felt like brainwashing.
“You really like them, don’t fatih escort you?” I felt her flex her toes, gripping my nose lightly.
“So much.”
Katie giggled again, turning back to her book as she left me to breathe in her glorious scent. It was obvious she wasn’t really paying any attention to her book though. Her eyes kept glancing back at me, drinking in the sight of her childhood friend being a desperate mess for her feet. Every so often she would curl her toes, squeezing my nose gently. Each and every time she did it, I could only imagine what was running through her head. The idea that she was actually realizing the power she had over me was a huge turn on.
“You know yesterday when I called you my servant?” She paused, taking in a breath. Her voice was laced with what seemed to be anxiety but it could have easily been arousal, “I only meant it as a joke.”
I stopped smelling her feet to answer her, “I know.”
She wasn’t smiling anymore, rather she seemed contemplative. I kept sniffing her feet but she was too lost in her own thoughts to care.
“What if I was being serious? What would you think?”
I stopped what I was doing. I stared at her face, her head half-turned towards me as she looked at me from the corner of her eye. It seemed my reaction spoke volumes as a smirk was slowly playing on the corners of her lips. At that moment, I suddenly became very aware of what was happening. I could feel Katie’s toes against my upper lip; I could feel her smooth, warm skin against my face. I could feel her sole against my nose.
“Say you’d like it.”
The way she commanded me made me want to do it even more.
“I’d like it.”
Katie giggled loudly as if she was surprised by my confession. It was either that or she was impressed with how she made me obey. Either way, I could tell how much she enjoyed it. Her mind must have been racing at that moment.
She didn’t speak again for a moment, like she was carefully considering if she was crossing a line. Surely she shared my concerns for ruining our friendship, but those concerns were tiny in comparison to the power she could have over me.
“You can be my servant then.”
My heart was pounding. I had dreamed of this and now it was really happening. Suddenly, the scent of lavender grew weaker. I felt something smooth and warm press against my lips.
“Kiss my toe, Sam.” Katie demanded softly. The bottom of her big toe was pushed against my mouth whilst she watched with a smirk on her face, “You’ve been staring at my feet imagining this for a while, haven’t you? Now you can do it. Kiss.”
I was a puppet for her to play with, wrapped around the finger of my childhood friend.
I puckered my lips.
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