Slave to Her Slippers

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.

I was so ready to fuck her, so ready to be inside of her, but when she told me to stand up and inspected my penis she smirked at me, and then she waited for a moment, laughed, and stuffed it inside her slipper. I grimaced again, feeling her sweat and the matted fibers around my dick, and then she spoke as she turned me around and buckled the cuffs behind my back.

“That’s all you’re gonna get to fuck tonight, my dirty, smelly slippers. If you do it right and you cum for me I’ll let you fuck the other one too.” I groaned and she turned me back around, laying back against the arm of the couch and spreading her legs. “Aww, that’s right. You want this pussy don’t you? Well don’t worry, you’ll still get it in your face.” She pointed down in front of her. “You’re gonna eat me out while you fuck my stinky slippers. Go on. Say, ‘thank you.'”

I managed to thank her, and she ordered me to lay on the couch with her, and I bowed my head as I felt my weight press me against the material. I looked at her glistening cunt, anxious and desperate for it, and she picked up her phone again and started scrolling as I waited for her invitation. Finally, she squeezed my shoulders with her knees, smiled softly to herself, and then said, “Eat.”

I sighed and buried my face in her wetness, feeling it cover me and monopolize my senses, and then as I started licking she ordered me to fuck. I couldn’t help imagining all the hours of sweat and stink that were surrounding my cock, and I thought of all the times I had been able to smell them while we sat, all the times she had teased me and mocked me with their stench. The soft, silky fibers tickled me in a maddeningly incredible way, and suddenly I was overcome with gratitude for being made to fuck them. It was humiliating.

I slurped and sucked and licked at her folds, tonguing against her clit, and she arched her back and thrusted a few times as she settled in. “Mmmh,” she moaned. “Just wait til I tell all my girl friends that I made my slave fuck my slippers last night. They won’t even believe it.”

Her moans got deeper and louder, and then softer, and then she was cumming, wiping herself against my lips as she thrust her clit against my tongue. “Good boy,” she said again, panting, and she turned my head to the side and squeezed me again with her legs. I rested, humping helplessly into her slipper, overwhelmed by the humiliation and the pride I felt for her orgasm, and then she stretched out her legs and stuck her heels into my buttocks. She guided my thrusts and soon I was unable to hold back any longer. I felt my face tighten and my eyes squint, and then I let go and came.

She wrapped her legs around me, underneath my arms and locked her ankles, and she held me like that for a minute or so while my breathing calmed down. She petted my hair for a moment, and then she pulled up with her thighs and lifted me on top of her and unbuckled my cuffs. We embraced, and the slipper fell from my cock into the space between our legs.

“Pick it up,” she whispered. “Show me.” I reached back and felt for it, and then I held it up for her. “Good boy.” She took it from me and wrapped her arms around me again, and I heard her drop it to the floor. “Good boy,” she said again.

“Now,” she continued, signaling for me to get off of her. “Give my feet some kisses and thank me for your orgasm.” I did as she said and she started messing with the TV again. “You can rub them while you’re at it, and then we’ll decide how I want you to cum for the other one.”

It was quiet for a little while, as I rubbed and as she found something to watch, and then ultimately she decided to sit on my face while she masturbated me with her other slipper. She took off her robe as I laid down flat on the couch and then with her slipper in hand she crawled on top of me and settled her ass down on my face. She bounced a couple of times to settle in, and then she leaned over my erect penis and stuck it in her slipper. Again I felt the humiliation and I writhed a little, but I kept my hands flat on the couch, the way I knew she would want.

The silky nylon tickle teased me again, and she bounced her ass on my face, gently at first and then harder, until she was grinding on my face with her hips. “Come on bitch,” she grunted. “Fuck my footwear.” I whined into her ass, feeling myself get closer and closer, unable to believe how good it felt, and then finally I gasped and she slammed her slipper down hard and I came again.

She climbed off of me after a minute and she left me there with my cock inside her slipper as she went into the other room and put on her pajamas. When she returned she pulled it off of me and inspected the inside, and then she dropped it next to her other one on the floor.

She looked down at me, and I looked down at her feet for a moment, the dark polish on her nails, and then back up at her face. She looked defiantly at me, and then one by one she slipped her feet back inside. She took on a haughty, challenging look as she mashed her feet into the soles of them, raising her head as she looked down at me, and then she nodded to the side and I sat up to make room for her.

We cuddled up and started the movie she had chosen, and I laid my head against hers. We said hardly anything for the next 20 minutes or so, but as we sat there I noticed I couldn’t help that every so often my eyes would wander down her legs and I’d realize I was staring at her slippers again.


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