Stripped Tease

Jordan adjusted her headphones as the bus rocked along the city streets, the straps of her backpack dangling behind her, leaning into the handrail as the driver abruptly applied the brakes. She was headed back from campus after a semi-early class, and even at 10:30 in the morning the August heat was stifling and she appreciated the tiny stream of air flowing in through the vent window above her.

The bus was crowded and noisy, per usual, and it was a visceral relief stepping back off into the world. She adjusted herself and started walking back to her apartment, and as she did she could feel the sweat that had already soaked into her socks throughout the morning. A grin spread across her face knowing that her feet must be stinking to high heaven, something that always amused her, and knowing that in ten minutes’ time she’d be torturing her slave with the stench.

She reached her building and jogged up the stairs to the second floor, pulling her keys out of the side pocket of her backpack, and when she opened the door her grin resurfaced as a wicked smile as she stepped into the still quiet of the apartment. There could only be one explanation: her slavegirl, against explicit orders, had fallen asleep.

She dropped off her things by the door, removing her baseball cap and letting her dirty blonde hair down out of it’s ponytail. She scratched lightly at her scalp as she shook the hot air out of her locks, loving the air conditioning, and went to get herself a glass of water. She drank it down in long slugs as she stepped quietly into the bedroom and stood in the doorway, seeing Lisa and watching her sleep.

She sighed contentedly and held her arms to her chest, adoring her, thinking how cute she looked with her ankles and wrists bound spread eagle to the straps that ran under their bed, a dirty pair of Jordan’s panties pulled over her head and a dirty pair of her own stuffed in her mouth, her pretty hair all messed up, the dried tears around her eyes. Jordan cocked her head and sighed again as she reflected on how different their relationship had once been and how pleased and satisfied she was with the way it was now.

Lisa had once just been Jordan’s roommate, one year ahead of her in their Bachelor’s programs at the college, and they had become more than familiar; going over their dating lives with each other, helping each other study, eating most of their meals together, occasionally falling asleep together in front of the TV. Their relationship had taken a turn, however, about a month prior, when Jordan had discovered to her incredible delight just how much she loved watching Lisa squirm.

It had happened unexpectedly one night when Jordan poked Lisa lightly in the ribs, teasing her about something or other, and in response her whole body became rigid, her eyes got wide, and she grabbed for Jordan’s wrists saying that she was extremely ticklish. Before long Jordan was on top of her, pinning her shoulders down with her knees and tickling her mercilessly, Lisa’s face beginning to stream with tears of uncontrollable, hysterical laughter, and she was surprised to feel herself getting very wet straddling her friend. She finally let her go and Lisa curled up into a little ball on the floor, panting and sighing.

“You’re evil!” she had groaned, but with such an air of satisfaction and an overwhelmed joy that Jordan couldn’t help but grin and tell her she liked it.

They had gone to bed shortly thereafter, on Jordan’s part not so much because she was tired but because she was dying to get her hands down her pants. As she finished masturbating however, lying in the dark with her eyes shut and rolled lightly back into her head, ready to drift off to sleep, she heard a sound creeping through the shared wall between their rooms. Little moans, muffled cries, and she knew that Lisa was getting off too.

After that she didn’t say anything, but kept finding more and more ways to tease and harass poor Lisa; pinching at her thighs a little when they’d walk by each other, pulling on her hair lightly when she sat behind her, threatening to tickle her again, and finally, to her immense thrill, discovering how tortured Lisa was by stinky feet.

That had come towards the end of July, when Jordan had come home hot and sweaty from playing some pick up soccer one afternoon in the park, when she had sat down on the couch next to where Lisa was sitting on the floor and kicked off her cleats. It took a moment for it to hit her, but when she smelled the stench coming off of Jordan’s tall green tube socks she responded almost exactly as she had when Jordan had tickled her.

Naturally, of course, Jordan immediately seized the opportunity to torture Lisa in a new way, and experienced an even greater thrill than before as she watched her squirm and writhe and screw up her face as she tried for Jordan not to rub her dirty socks in it. Hearing her gasp and plead and beg was music to Jordan’s ears, and it filled her with such an amazing sense of glee that she was inspired to pull off her socks and stick them in Lisa’s mouth. She was as surprised as Lisa was, pushing them past her lips, but not nearly as shocked, and once it was done she decided to smother her with her bare feet as well.

When the heat of the moment had passed, after she was satisfied at hearing Lisa’s moaning climax and subside, she got up off of her and Lisa rolled over and spat out her socks.

“You’re gross,” she said softly, but Jordan was almost sure she sensed a deep, tremorous arousal in her voice. And sure enough, after she made like she was going to hop in the shower and let the water run for a few minutes to give the impression that she had, she tiptoed down the hallway to the sounds of Lisa’s intense pleasure and peeked through the tiny crack in her slightly open door to see her bent over, ramming herself from behind with her dildo.

From then on it seemed like Lisa was just around more often than usual, and she would suggest watching movies or doing little domestic projects so they could hang out more, and all the while she would do little things to try and provoke Jordan here and there; acting playfully bratty and snarky, feigning bossiness, and even poking and prodding from time to time for a reaction.

Then finally, one night, they were wrestling around together with Jordan on top, and as she pinned her Jordan almost inadvertently slammed her thigh into Lisa’s crotch. Lisa gasped and moaned in spite of herself, her clit apparently already swollen and sensitive, and she relented suddenly and pulled Jordan into an embrace. They kissed each other passionately for a moment and then she got up and led them into Jordan’s room to have sex.

The days went on and before long Jordan was shoving the fire engine red of her strapon into Lisa’s mouth, teasing her about how it was the only cock she was going to be getting from then on, making her bend over the kitchen counter in the middle of washing dishes to be spanked, and sitting on her face for hours at a time while she played video games. They had really settled into a rhythm with each other, and Jordan walked around with an extra spring in her step knowing she had a special little slavegirl of her own, knowing what lengths she could push her to, and knowing that no matter what the day was like, sooner or later she’d be torturing Lisa again.

She stepped into the room, setting her empty glass down on the little table, folding her arms and clearing her throat loudly.

“Ahem!”

Lisa’s eyes snapped open, looking bleary, and she as they fixed on Jordan she resumed the gagged and muffled whining she had done as Jordan left her a few hours earlier. Jordan laughed and jumped up onto the bed on top of her, sitting at the top of her stomach and looking down at her with her hands on her hips.

“You’re in trouble! I told you you were supposed to stay awake and sniff my panties the whole time I was in class!”

Lisa whined again as Jordan pinched her nipples hard and then pulled off the panties and slapped lightly several times on her face.

“Well now you’re in for it. I’m gonna make you smell these feet again and they’re even worse than they were last night!” Lisa groaned and writhed to the extent she could in her bonds, but Jordan just continued on as she began pulling off her black Keds. “It’s been so hot this morning and I had to walk back and forth across the campus twice! Not to mention walking to and from the bus. You thought these socks were bad before, but they are so hot and sweaty now you’re not gonna believe it.”

She leaned back and held up her right foot, wrapped in a dirty hot pink ankle sock with fluorescent yellow accents around the toe, heel, and ankle, and Lisa’s eyes seemed to well up as she tried to speak through her gag.

“What’s that? You said you want my stinky feet in your face?” She lowered it onto Lisa’s face and Lisa squealed as Jordan pressed her head down into the pillow. “What? You love my stinky feet cause you’re a dirty little footwhore?”

She laughed and started wiping at Lisa’s cheek with her left one as she squirmed some more. “Haha! You look good with feet on your face! You’re much prettier like that. Sniff!”

Lisa groaned harder and shook her head, trying to escape Jordan’s reeking socks, and then finally she her body went slack as she submitted and started sniffing.

“Good!” Jordan cooed, her feet fluttering excitedly on Lisa’s cheeks and nose. “See? Dirty little footbitches love stinky socks!” She gripped Lisa’s forehead with her toes, pushed her head down into the pillow again, and then pulled back and started slapping her quickly with her soles. Lisa started whining again and Jordan laughed. “Pink socks, stink socks!” she taunted in a singsong voice. “Pink socks, stink socks!” She grinned and smacked Lisa’s forehead again, and then smothered her for a moment before adjusting herself and leaning forward to remove her gag.

Lisa pouted and looked up at her tormentor. “Aww,” said Jordan. “Poor baby. I bet your mouth is dry from sucking on those panties, huh? Open your mouth, stick out your tongue.” Lisa did as she was told and Jordan pulled back her ponytail as she pursed her lips and let a trail of her spit drip into Lisa’s mouth. She grinned again as Lisa cringed and swirled it around in her mouth, torn between gratitude and disgust, and then opened her mouth for more. She spit in her mouth a few more times and then leaned back to pull off her socks.

“Now these are going in!” she said as she repositioned herself and dangled them in Lisa’s face, wiping them on her and slapping her gently with them.

“No…” Lisa moaned, pouting, helpless. “Pleeease…” But Jordan just laughed again as she filled Lisa’s mouth with socks. She leaned back again and planted her hot, sweaty bare feet on Lisa’s face, tossing her hair and rubbing them back and forth.

When she was satisfied that most of her sweat had been absorbed into Lisa’s skin, she sighed theatrically and said, “Okay footslut, time to cum!” She slapped both of Lisa’s cheeks simultaneously with her feet and climbed off of her stomach, getting down off of the bed to grab the wand.

She held it up and waved it at Lisa, and Lisa cringed and her lips pursed around Jordan’s socks. She held it out and poked playfully at Lisa’s cheek with it. “Come on! Don’t make that face! I know a dirty little slut like you wants to cum with a mouthful of socks. I bet you’d be fingering yourself hard right now if you weren’t all tied up like that.”

Lisa whined long and deep as Jordan got back onto the bed and stood between Lisa’s legs. She jumped up and down, bouncing her slavegirl on the bed, singing, “Dirty little Lisa knows she wants to be C-U-M-M-I-N-G!”

She laughed again and plopped down alongside her victim, nestling against her torso, and she guided the wand between her legs. Lisa’s eyes rolled back as it touched her and she moaned softly into Jordan’s socks. Her chin shook and she frowned, and she stopped pulling on the straps as she accepted the powerful vibrations.

She sighed, and sighed again, and then she lifted her head and looked with wide eyes at Jordan and at the toy between her legs as she realized– Jordan wasn’t moving it! She just held it steady, pushing it firmly against Lisa’s vagina, and watched her as she began to get overstimulated. Lisa squirmed, trying to thrust, and she shifted her hips as best as she could, but the straps held her tightly in place, and within a few seconds the sensation became excruciating.

Lisa began whining again and Jordan just grinned up at her for a moment before holding up the palm of her other hand. She shook it for a second, letting Lisa know what was coming, and then she reached up and started slapping her on the cheek. She slapped softly at first and then harder, and Lisa winced and shut her eyes, but Jordan raised her voice and said, “Hey! Uh unh. If you want to cum you’re gonna look at me. If you want me to move this vibrator you’re gonna look down at me and smile while I slap you.”

Lisa raised her head and found Jordan’s eyes, and she looked at her pleadingly and with difficulty pulled her lips into a pathetic, sock-filled smile.

“Hah!” Jordan laughed, slapping her again. “I knew you liked this you dirty bitch!” She bent her wrist and started grinding the vibrator into Lisa’s clit, and Lisa dropped her head again and moaned intensely. Her face screwed up again and she pouted again, sucking the socks, her eyes welling up, and then she looked up at the ceiling and her neck tensed, and her head started tilting back as she prepared to cum.

It came on slowly, but with strength, and she pressed her ass down onto the bed as she let it take her and felt it fill up her body, but then just as she was ready to let go she heard a click and suddenly the sensation was gone. Her eyes opened and then shut just as quickly, and she groaned and shook herself, tapping her heels on the bed, unable to look at the sadistic satisfaction and glee on Jordan’s face.

“Me before you, slut,” Jordan whispered, and she got up and pulled off her yoga pants before pulling the socks out of Lisa’s mouth and climbing on top of her to straddle her face.

She held herself above Lisa’s head, high enough so she could see, and she reached down and rubbed between her folds as she commanded Lisa to open her eyes. She wiped her wetness on Lisa’s forehead and went back a couple of times to anoint her nose and her cheeks, and then she lowered herself down and put her vagina on Lisa’s mouth.

“Go on,” she said. “Drink it slavegirl. Kiss that pussy. I bet you wish you had a pretty pussy like this instead of that stupid slavecunt between your legs. Go on, lick it up! Lick that pretty pussy!”

Lisa licked, and felt Jordan’s weight on her head and her thighs against her face and neck. She licked gratefully, guiding her tongue through Jordan’s labia and brushing her clit, slurping and sucking at her until she began bucking hard and letting out short, sharp moans.

“That’s right slutbitch, you lick that pussy like you mean it! Oh, fuck yeah, you dirty whore! Ah! Ah! — Oh fuck yes, I’m cumming! — I’m cumming! — Yes!”

She sighed hard and thrust herself down on Lisa’s face, back and forth as she rode it out, and then gradually slowed down and breathed deeply before shaking her hips in a pleased, satisfied way and looking down at Lisa again.

Lisa opened her eyes and gazed up Jordan’s body at her face, pleased and satisfied in her own way, and she let her still lips press against Jordan’s mound. Jordan sat for a bit before climbing off of her, and then she went to the bedside table and opened the drawer.

Lisa heard the velcro as Jordan adjusted the straps, heard the cap snap on the bottle of lubricant, and saw Jordan shaking her cock at her before she mounted the bed once again.

“Alright slut, you earned it. Time to get fucked.”

She unbuckled the cuffs on Lisa’s ankles and lifted her legs, bending them at the knees, and Lisa closed her eyes and her mouth softly as she waited to be penetrated. Jordan’s strapon filled her and she sighed, murmuring her acceptance and her gratitude. Jordan kissed her sweetly on the cheek and covered her eyes, and then Lisa braced herself, felt the bouncing of her tits and the air on her nipples, let her hands rest on the corners of the bed, and came.

It cascaded through her like a waterfall, and she felt warm, and wonderful, and loved. Jordan unbuckled her wrists and they embraced, and they kissed each other over and over, Lisa pulling her close and squeezing her tightly, unwilling to let her go just yet.

When Jordan finally pulled out Lisa sighed and kissed her again on the cheek. They pulled the covers over themselves and snuggled each other, and Lisa thought about how glad she was, and lucky, to have such an amazing friend.


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