Synopsis: Lily decides to indulge her slave, but with a humiliating twist.
This F (Femdom) story features:
Cunnilingus, Foot Fetish, Slipper Fetish, Footdom, Erotic Humiliation, and Forced Orgasm.
My eyes traveled down Lily’s body as she came around the corner in her bathrobe, putting on her glasses, her dark hair up in a towel, and I cringed when I saw, as expected, that she was wearing those slippers again. They were so worn in, so used, and it wasn’t that she didn’t seem to notice, it was that she actually seemed to relish slipping her tired, stinky feet into them every night, whether wrapped in the smelly black ankle socks from her shift or bare and clammy from her sweat.
They had once been pink and semi-fluffy, basic in their design and construction, but the outsides now had dulled slightly and I knew the insides were matted and flattened into the shape of her soles. And here she was, fresh and clean out of the shower, with her feet wrapped in those horrible, sweaty slippers. I actually think they made her feet sweat more when she wore them, but I couldn’t really tell for sure. Whenever we’d be sitting together watching TV, with her above me on the couch, and she’d decide to tease me with them or use my face as a footrest, if she had been wearing those slippers and decided to take them off her feet were always a little moist, especially when she hadn’t been wearing any socks.
I knew that in five minutes her fresh, clean feet would smell again from wearing them, and she sat down on the couch and pulled her legs up underneath her. She turned on the TV and pulled out her phone, scrolling through one thing or another, and as she shifted I could see her pussy from beneath the flaps of her robe. A minute or two ticked by, and she reached into her robe and started rubbing gently on her crotch, and the time ticked by as she worked herself up, and I got hard as I watched her, until finally she looked up at me and signaled, pointing to a spot beneath her on the floor, and I came to the edge of the couch and sat down on my knees before her.
She reached down to her heel and pulled off one of her slippers, pausing for a moment to inspect the inside, and then she turned it around and shoved it into my face. Instinctively I squirmed and rocked back slightly, my cuffed wrists raising just a tad off my thighs, but she just grinned and mashed the dirty, sweaty slipper onto my nose and mouth.
“Sniff it,” she said, holding the back of my head with her other hand, a smiling curling in her lips. “Come on.” I did as I was told, as I always did, and she went back to grinning as the thick, musty smell filled me. I winced and sniffed again, astonished by the stink of them. It was horrible, and I grimaced as I sniffed and sniffed. “Good boy.” She looked down between my legs and saw that I was hard for her, the way she had trained me, and as she opened her robe I thought I knew what was coming next.
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