Trick or Treat…

It wasn’t actually quite Halloween just yet, it was the day before, but as I approached the house, of course, you couldn’t have told the difference. There were glowing three jack o’ lanterns on the steps, each with their own cartoonish, exaggerated expressions, there were spider web decorations on the porch and in the trees, and there were green, orange, and purple lights along the side of the house, pointing upwards and making it look like the “spook factory” that I knew that Bridget delighted in having it be.

In fact, the house had looked like that for close to two weeks, an overeager Bridget having decorated as soon as she had the time, and I smiled as I walked past the skeletons “crawling out of” the yard. What could I say? It was her favorite holiday, and I liked seeing her go a little overboard. I liked seeing the glee and the scheming and the planning. I liked that she put so much effort in and paid so much attention to all the little details, crafting the world that most suited her for the one time of year in which it was suitable to do so.

It was cold, and a thin layer of icy snow crusted the lawn, with its skeletons and foamcore gravestones. She had said it was her ambition to be the scariest house on the block, and as I glanced up and down the street I saw that she had certainly achieved it. I smiled to myself, proud of her I suppose, and stepped up onto the porch.

A big, veiny eyeball stared at me as I rang the doorbell and searched my coat quickly for the stray blonde hairs of my dog, and shuddered a little in the cold. I didn’t know what I had to be nervous about. She had told me that it was just going to be a trial run for tomorrow, hanging out with some of her friends while we all made sure our costumes were perfect, and watched a couple of movies. I guess it was Samantha and Vanessa if I’m honest. We had never had problems or anything, it was just that when Bridget got around them her sense of humor took on an aspect that I never quite knew how to make sense of. It was still fairly early in our relationship, and while I loved her very much I never quite knew what to expect from her. I guess, if I’m honest again, that was one of the things I loved the most.

Finally she opened the door, and she grinned at me from behind her dark glasses, with dark lipstick and eyeliner to match around her pale skin. Her rich, dark hair, unusually, had thick, wavy curls in it, and her bangs sat just above those wicked green eyes, which sparkled with an unusual malevolence tonight. She greeted me with a kiss and took me by the hand, the sound of her voice and the touch of her body ringing through me as she pulled me across the threshold into her charming world of terror.

I looked up and down her body in the shadow as we walked down the dark hallway to the living room, her black corset and panties leading down to a seamed pair of black stockings, her feet slipping along the floor, and I watched her legs and the way her hips moved as I began to perceive the sound of the TV. It was Beetlejuice, I knew, one of her favorites.

When she saw we were alone in the living room, that the other girls were somewhere off in another part of the house, she turned quickly around and embraced me again, almost as if we were getting away with something. My tongue danced forcefully with hers and she matched my enthusiasm, and then she pulled away as we heard Vanessa behind us.

“Eww!” she said loudly, and Bridget laughed as we pulled apart and I turned around to face her. She smiled at me and we air-kissed as I tried to process the vision that she was. Her flaming red hair was curled like Bridget’s, only more tightly, and her green leotard covered with tiny plastic vines led down to a pair of pale green stockings, which led to an emerald green pair of pumps. She was clearly Poison Ivy, and her height only exaggerated the effect.

“Sam needs you in the bathroom,” she said over my shoulder to Bridget, and as she scampered down the hallway Vanessa looked back at me and said, “Beer?”

I thanked her and followed her into the kitchen, and as we rounded the corner I saw the bottles of rum and packets of red Kool-Aid, along with some oranges, spread out on the counter. “I’m putting you in charge of the Swamp Water,” she said, pointing to the makings as she handed me my drink. “We’ve got to get the recipe right for tomorrow, and some friends of mine are coming over to help us test it. I guess tonight’s turned into more of a little mini party than we expected.”

She grinned and left me to it, adjusting her top and heading back for the bathroom too. I sliced the oranges and mixed up a batch, adjusting this or that as I went, and when I was sure I had it right I poured a plastic cup’s full and took it down the hall to where I could hear their voices.

Samantha, Vanessa, and Bridget were roommates, and as I glanced at the doors to their rooms I couldn’t help imagining Bridget taking me back to hers, fumbling around with her in the dark, undoing the clasps of her corset and getting to her body inside.”Hey!” said Samantha as I appeared in the doorway to the bathroom, the warm yellow light casting over her as she held her arms up over her head while the other girls helped her with her dress. “Off with your head!” she teased, and I got it. Under layers of white lace and a bustier of her own she wore tights with little black and white stripes and big red hearts, as well as a red pair of Keds with pristine white laces, and in the corner by the bathtub was her scepter, crowned with a big heart of glitter.

“Try this,” I said, holding out the cup, and Vanessa took it from me and they passed it around, taking sips and nodding approvingly.

“Ooh,” Bridget said, handing it to Samantha. “That’s good!”

Samantha had shifted to hold up her hair while Vanessa tied a white ribbon with a jeweled heart around her neck, and as she took the cup with her other hand a lock of her pale ginger hair fell down across her face. She was a redhead like Vanessa, but hers was lighter by far. She too nodded approvingly as she swallowed, and she handed the cup back to me.

“Did you hear back from anyone?” Bridget said to Vanessa as Vanessa knelt down to pin something for Samantha.

“Candice and Mariah are coming,” Vanessa said matter-of-factly, “and so is Alexandra. They might bring Sofia too, they should be here any minute now.”

“Ooph,” Bridget said, nodding at me. “He’s in trouble if they do bring Sofia.”

The three of them laughed, and I started to ask why, but just then the doorbell rang, and Vanessa scurried past us to go answer it. I heard the distant murmur of their high-pitched, delighted greetings, and I looked inquiringly at Bridget, but she just winked at me and took the cup back from my hand. She downed what was left and asked me to get her a refill, and told me that while I was at it our guests could probably use a drink too.

As I reached the edge of the kitchen Vanessa and the others were trickling in from the living room, and she introduced us as they started getting drinks.

Candice and Mariah were girlfriends, both kind of alternative in style and on the petite side, Candice with her long straight blue hair, her piercings and her tattoos, Mariah with her Latin build, nosering and Deftones t-shirt. Alexandra was full-on short, but very cute, with more of a gypsy, bohemian style and half-inch gauges in her ears. Sofia, in contrast to the three of them, was tall and tomboyish, with short, spiky hair and Asian-mix features, her canvas shorts meeting a knee high pair of socks with thick orange and black stripes, stuffed down into a thick pair of skate sneakers.

None of them were in costume, but like Sofia they were festive in their way. Candice had on a black shirt with white, spindly spiders on it, and Alexandra had an impressive spider buckle on the belt that wrapped around her long, flowy red skirt. Mariah had ribbons with pumpkins on them at the end of her matching braids.

I felt suddenly aware that I was the only one who hadn’t dressed for the occasion, but it hardly seemed to matter, and as I deposited my coat on the arm of the couch I was thankful at least that my usual black and grey apparel didn’t stand out. By the time I returned to the kitchen they all had drinks in hand, and Alexandra and Mariah passed me on their way back into the living room.

I filled a pair of cups for Bridget and Samantha and went back to the bathroom while Candice and Sofia talked with Vanessa. The other girls shooed me away after thanking me for their drinks, Samantha now helping Bridget with her costume, her own hair now finished and sitting beneath a crown, and while I waited for them to finish I returned to the living room.

As I got there though, there was something strange and almost eerie in the atmosphere. I felt sure, but couldn’t confirm, that Alexandra and Mariah abruptly concluded their conversation with Vanessa as I emerged into the room. It was a little thing, and I tried to shrug it off, as I did the way Sofia seemed to look at me and they way it seemed to be changing the subject when Vanessa suddenly remarked that the movie was over and inquired as to what the group wanted to put on next.

The Addams Family was chosen, another of Bridget’s favorites, and I sat down next to Candice and Vanessa on the couch. As the credits ended and the movie began I noticed how inspired Bridget seemed to have been by Morticia, not just in terms of her costume but generally, in her daily life. Alexandra even said as much, provoking laughs of recognition from everyone in the room.

“I heard that!” she shouted, appearing from the hallway, and everybody laughed.

“Oh my gosh!” Mariah said in a high, adoring voice. “I love your costume!” The girls all agreed, and Bridget grinned as she turned around to show it off.

“You look so hot!” Vanessa added, and she was certainly right. To the corset, panties, and stockings she had added a sheer black robe and a pointed witch’s hat, along with a pentacle pendant on a thick black ribbon, and she had slipped into a pair of shiny black patent leather heels. She looked entirely the part, and in her hand she held a long wooden magic wand, a custom one she had bought at the Renaissance Festival a few months back, on one of our first dates.

“Thank you, thank you,” she said, spinning around slowly. “Okay ladies,” she said, rocking back on her heels and putting her free hand on her hip, “and gentleman,” she added with a nod to me as they all took their seats around the living room. “Everyone comfortable? As you all know I’ve promised a little demonstration of my witchy powers. Do you wanna see what I can do?”

The girls all whooped and clapped in answer, and Bridget winked at me as Samantha turned off the TV, and I didn’t have time to wonder what that was supposed to mean before she started speaking again.

“Well as you can see,” she said in jest, putting a hand on her chest and flitting her eyes upward, “I have already conjured this little gathering out of thin air, and I’ve transformed these lovely ladies into such colorful characters.” There was more applause at this, and Bridget spoke over it. “But that’s not what you came to see is it?” The girls whooped again, the energy of the room escalating as she spoke louder and riled them up. “You came to see a real demonstration didn’t you?!”

“You, sir!” she said, pointing her wand at me. “Will you join me here on stage before this fine audience of gorgeous women?” I hesitated at suddenly being thrust into the spotlight, but they all jeered and shouted for me to do it, so I got up and took a little bow, to their apparent delight. Bridget stood next to me and but her hand on the small of my back, and she addressed the girls again.

“Now I have trained for years in the study of the dark and feminine arts, and I have developed a unique power over big, strapping young men such as this one. See how strong he is?” She had me hold up my arms and flex for them. I felt ridiculous but they were all enthusiastic, and it wasn’t entirely unwelcome. “You want to see more, don’t you?” The girls shouted and whooped again. “Why don’t you take off your shirt for them?”

I looked suddenly at Bridget, and again, their enthusiasm filled the void left by my hesitation. She returned my surprise with excitement and delight of her own, and after volumes spoken between us in our silence I rolled my eyes and I grinned a little too, embarrassed but trusting of her and her friends, as I pulled off my shirt. They all whooped and hollered appreciatively and I relaxed a bit, still keeping myself focused on Bridget.

“There,” she said, and I felt all their eyes covering me. “You see?” She smacked my ass and showed me off. “Over two hundred pounds of marvelous, muscular man. But he is no match for my magic! Already I have him trapped in my witch’s grasp! And I will show you.”

“Slave!” she barked. “Get down on your knees!” I wasn’t nervous this time, and I didn’t falter or hesitate. Hearing her call me that name brought on all the subservience and calm that her training had instilled me with, and I dropped to my knees in front of them.

There was a collective hum from the girls and Bridget walked around me, sounding her heels on the wooden floor, and she touched me as she continued her presentation. “As you can see, this marvelous beast is already under my spell. He is subject to my commands, he serves my wishes and my whims, and with all his strength and power he is powerless to resist what I tell him to do.” The room was quiet now, but the silence was full.

I looked up at the group, a couple of them looking at me and the rest of them keeping their eyes on Bridget.

“And tonight,” she continued, “I am going to cast a new spell. I am going to turn this big, strong man… into a helpless little footslave, right before your very eyes!”

I closed my eyes at this, humilated, and the girls all laughed and whooped. I opened them again and saw them grinning up at her, and she gave her wand an elaborate flourish and snapped it at me as she raised her voice and shouted, “Double, double, hocus pocus, alaka-ZAM!” I blinked slowly again as they laughed again and clapped, and she giggled along with them and took a little bow, and she talked over them as it became quiet again.

“It has begun!” she said loudly, raising her arms up like a sorceress. “Already he is beginning to change.” She stepped up onto the coffee table in front of me, her back to the girls, and she put her heels together and snapped her toes in line. “He is becoming hypnotized by my stockings and jealous of my shoes! He is becoming helpless to the desire to kiss them, and worship my feet. Aren’t you?” The girls giggled.

“Aren’t you?!” she barked, and I responded quickly.

“Yes ma’am.”

“What?”

“Yes Mistress!”

“Good boy. Now I want you all to take a look at him now, take a good look. Watch as he obeys my orders. Kiss my feet!”

I inched forward on my knees, feeling them all watching me, and when I got close enough I looked helplessly up at her torso and her face, and then I bent my head to her shoes, kissing them deeply and reverently, and I heard the girls let out an impressed collective sigh. I felt them crane around for better looks as the sound of my lips rang out throughout the room, and I knew better than to stop kissing before being ordered.

“You see? My spell is working. Enough! Get back up and stand up straight.”

I did as she said and she got down off the table again, and she stepped firmly towards me. She hovered ever more closely to my neck and sensually pressed her hip into mine and then she stuck her hand in my crotch. She flinched with a short, sudden laugh, and then she spun back around to the girls.

“Aww,” she said loudly. “Oh no! The poor thing. I think I made my spell too strong.”

She swooped down and yanked down my pants, and I blushed intensely as my erection was exposed. They all laughed and cackled and cheered, and I squirmed inside as they stared at me and Bridget started walking around me again.

“You see?” She placed her wand firmly on my shoulder and brought me back down onto my knees. “He’s helpless now, and it’s gonna take all six of you to get him out of this. Because you know what? The spell’s not all he had to worry about.” Her audience bubbled and brimmed again. “No, that’s only half of it. You wanna know the other half?”

“Yes!” shouted Vanessa, unable to keep from grinning emphatically.

“The other half… is that I’m also taking away his masturbation privileges and he won’t get them back until after this spell is broken!” The girls all laughed again, and I cringed with embarrassment.

“Aww!” said Samantha, giggling and pointing with her scepter. “But look at him, he’s so hard!”

“I know,” said Bridget, teasing my cock with her shoe. “But, no. Not so much as a private little wank by himself until he finds the stinkiest pair of feet in this room… and cums for them!”

They roared now, cracking up and writhing into each other as they heaved with laughter, and girls on the couch pointed and prodded at Sofia, and she shook her head and poked them back.

“And you know what? If he doesn’t do it, no sex! And not getting it from me is no permission to go begging my pretty friends. Isn’t that right, ladies? See, until he services all of you, I’m not gonna fuck him.”

“I’m not!” Samantha echoed.

“I know I’m not!” Vanessa added brightly.

“Are any of you gonna fuck him if he doesn’t worship your feet?”

“No!” they all cried in unison.

“Maybe not even then!” Candice added sarcastically, and they all laughed together again.

“See?” she said again, looking down at me now. “You’re not getting any help from any of us. So if you ever want to fuck or cum again you’d better get busy, because you’ve got a lot of feet to worship before the night is over. And you’d better do a good job with each of them or I’ll make you start all over at the beginning.”

From all around the coffee table in front of me the girls stretched out their legs, propping their feet up together in a semi-cirle and grinning. Suddenly she turned around and stepped to my side to face them. “Ready girls? Like we talked about? Did you tell them?” she said.

“Wait!” she said. “Let me get this on video!” She pulled her phone out with one hand, raising her wand up like a baton in the other. “Ready?”

I looked up at her, and then back in horror at them.

“Trick or treat!!” they all sang with enthusiasm, in a mocking sing-song chorus. “Smell my feet! If you wanna beat your meat!”

They all cackled and writhed with laughter, and Bridget added over them, “If you don’t, I don’t care. You just won’t be touched down there.” She poked my cock with her wand and I looked at all their shoes on the table in front of me, and I pouted as they laughed, knowing now what I was in for.

She put her phone away and I sat back on my ankles as they all shuffled and rearranged, pulling the coffee table out of the way, and Alexandra and Sofia got up to freshen their drinks. Samantha turned the TV back on, and Candice and Mariah cuddled up next to Vanessa, eating chips from a bowl and tucking their legs up underneath them.

“You’re starting with me,” Vanessa said, taking a throw pillow from Samantha and tossing it down on the rug in front of her as she kicked off her emerald pumps. “And believe me, you are lucky I only just put on these tights.”

I stood and started to pull up my pants, but Bridget just swatted my ass with her wand and said, “You won’t need those for the rest of the night. I wanna make sure you’re hard the whole time. In fact,” she added to the girls as she indicated I take them off, “if he doesn’t stay nice and hard for all six of you he’s in trouble. Now get over there and get to work. Lady Vanessa is ready for you and you don’t wanna keep her waiting do you?”

I scrambled to the floor beneath Vanessa and rolled over on my back, and she held her feet in midair above me as I got into position. I was struck by the pale celadon color that clung to her legs, and by the shadow of her flesh that showed through the soles of them. While it was true she had only recently put on her nylons I could see that she had begun to sweat. I trembled up at her and she looked down at me and said, “I have been wanting to do this for a long, long time.”

She stuck her feet down in my face, pressing them down and flexing them proudly against my features, and the other girls took notice and some applauded casually. She held them there, and I felt Alexandra and Sofia step over me as they returned with their drinks. I waited for her to be satisfied, and then she lifted one up so I could see her.

“You know how I like my feet worshipped?” she said. “I want kisses. I want kisses on my feet.”

“Your big feet!” Samantha teased.

“Shut up!” Vanessa returned, reaching over to kick at her with the one she had lifted, the weight of her other shifting onto my face. She shifted back and held her foot back to my lips. “Go on. Kiss it. Kiss my feet!”

I thought of my helpless, neglected cock and kissed, desperate to please and appease her, desperate to be given permission to cum again. I kissed again and again, and she traded with her other foot and I kissed that one too. She traded them again, then quickly back again, and I heard Samantha laugh again as Vanessa covered my face with her soles. The minutes ticked by, Vanessa lifting her feet so I could kiss and then smothering me again, and with each little encounter I felt it was a preview of all I had to do that night. I stared down the barrel of that task, knowing it was only up to each of them to determine when I was finished, and I felt totally at their mercy.

Finally, though, it was Samantha who bargained for my release. “Well don’t hog him all night Ness!” she said. “I want some foot kisses too!”

I was relieved as Vanessa reluctantly ceded her place, and she put her feet on either side of my head and looked down at me. “Okay,” she said, taking the opportunity to smack my cheek a little with her foot. “I guess he’s had enough. For this time.”

I got up onto my knees and went to kneel in front of Samantha, and Vanessa added, “Don’t forget, footboy, Bridget is my best friend, and you can be sure you’ll have to kiss my feet again.”

She gave a light kick to the back of my head and Samantha said sweetly, “What do you say?”

I looked for Bridget, who came over and kissed me, running her fingers through my hair, and I asked, “‘Yes ma’am?'”

“Good boy,” she replied.

“Yes ma’am,” I said to Vanessa, and I turned my attention back to Samantha. She had such a sweet face, such an innocent appearance. You would imagine this kind of thing from Bridget and Vanessa, but not from her. As close and as intimate of friends as they were, though, she couldn’t be that different from them, and I knew that she was even worse when it came to some things. I sat on my heels and waited for her instructions.

“Well don’t just stare at them!” she goaded, lifting one foot up, flexing her toes back, and wiggling it at me. “Take off my shoes!”

I humbly took her foot in my hands and began unlacing her Keds, wondering how she kept them so pristine for as often as she wore them. I looked up her body as she traded it with the other, up the stripes and hearts on her legs, past the layers of lace and silk on her dress, to the silly plastic crown on her head, and she lifted up her scepter, raised her chin, and said, “Now bow to the Queen!”

I curled over as far as my body would let me, touching my head to her knees and looking down at the loose canvas and laces that flopped around her ankles. I felt the end of her prop against the top of my forehead, and I let her push me back as she reached down to remove her shoes, and then a sideways grin crept over her face as she lifted her foot and stuck it in my face.

She extended her leg and pushed back my head, and Vanessa laughed as I grunted into Samantha’s sole.

“Don’t break his neck, Sam-bulance!”

“Shut up, Loch Ness Monster!” she giggled, and dropped her foot long enough to swat a few times at Vanessa with her scepter. She laughed as Vanessa started feigning being hurt (shouting, “Don’t! You’ll break it!”), and then she leaned back with pleasure and lifted her soles back to my face.

To look at them you would think her tights were just cheap costume shop things, but they were well made enough to have solid black, reinforced soles, and I felt the thickness of them against my skin.

“But you know what I like when I get my feet worshipped?” she said, slowly wiping her soles on my face while she waited for me to guess. “I like a slave who sniffs them.”

“Are they smelly?” Bridget asked as I whimpered.

“I don’t know,” Samantha replied. “I’ve only had them on for about an hour but they’ve been in my Keds.” She dropped her feet back to the floor and picked up one of her shoes, examining the inside. “What do you think footboy?” She turned it around so I could see, and I pouted at the dark imprint left by her sole. “Do you wanna smell my shoes? Come here.”

She grabbed my shoulder and stuck her shoe in my face. “Come on footboy, smell that stink!” I cringed and grunted, and then finally I sniffed, immediately hit by the sharp and dirty smell. “Are they awful?” she demanded, and I grunted affirmatively.

“Good, haha.” She dropped the shoe and stuck one sole back under my nose. “These should have a little smell to them then. Smell! Inhale my pretty Queen feet, peasant!”

I heard Candice laugh along with Vanessa as I sniffed, and I suffered under her stink. She made me sniff a few times before replacing one foot with the other and making me sniff that one too.

“Okay, bitch, now you can kiss.” I actually felt grateful for her mercy, and I kissed them both as she held them out in front of me. I held her heels and kissed up and down her soles, until finally she tapped me on the forehead with them and said, “Who’s next?”

I turned to look at the others and Mariah was having a hushed and slightly nervous exchange with Candice. They wrapped it up quickly and she said, “Me!” And then, with embarrassment, to Bridget, “But I was in a hurry when we got ready to come here, and I didn’t have any clean pairs, so I…”

“What, darling?”

“Well my socks don’t match, and they’re dirty from yesterday.”

“Nonsense!” she answered brightly. “Slave, get over there and show Mariah how much my spell makes you love stinky socks! And he won’t mind that they don’t match, will you slave? That just means there’s twice as much for him to love.”

“Yes ma’am,” I said reflexively, trembling again as I fumbled with the laces on Mariah’s Doc Martens. Looking up at her and at Candice above me, and Candice spoke up too.

“We want to go together,” she said, the piercings in her lips curling around her words as she undid her own Converse high-tops, and she tossed them aside as I readjusted myself and noticed her textured navy blue crew socks. Mariah didn’t wait though, and as she pulled off her boots I saw one foot emerge in a fluorescent yellow ankle sock with tiger stripes, the other a near match, but in fuchsia, and with leopard print. I cringed as she sat down her boots, looking at both of their dirty socks, and I closed my eyes as they lifted them up onto my face.

They squeezed my head between them, their four soles covering every inch of my face, and Candice burst out laughing again. Mariah was quieter, but I heard her chuckling softly.

“Sniff!” Candice said, and I obliged with difficulty because of how strong their scent was, but they both seemed a little nervous, like they couldn’t quite get the hang of it.

“Alright!” I heard Bridget say. “This is what we’re going to do.” Candice and Mariah pulled their feet back, holding them in front of me, and Bridget got right down in my ear. “You’re gonna go from left to right, kissing each of their four feet, and when you get to the end you’re gonna go from right to left and kiss back to the beginning. Understand? And when you get there you’re just gonna go right back through it again until I tell you to stop. Understand?”

“Yes Mistress!” I said, and as I started in on the task Bridget counted loudly, quickly, and hypnotically (“1-2-3-4, 5-6-7-8. 1-2-3-4…”). Candice and Mariah just accepted the kisses at first, visibly pleased and more comfortable now that Bridget was taking the lead, but as we fell into a rhythm and I struggled to keep up they made a game out of pulling their feet back and shoving them back at me when it was time for each to be kissed. They giggled softly and held hands, almost kicking me as I moved my head up and down the row, the pulse and intensity growing as Bridget counted louder.

Finally I had done ten full sets, and they all seemed to think that was enough, because there was a finality in the way Bridget counted the last one. The girls all clapped for Candice and Mariah, and as Bridget did too she said, “Now how about you both give him a good slap with each foot? Go on, not to hard. Just slap him gently with each of your feet and make him say, ‘thank you.'”

“Thank you Lady Candice.” I took her agile, playful slaps.

“Thank you Lady Mariah.” I took her heavier ones, slower and more deliberate.

They both sat back, seeming satisfied, and Bridget gave them a wink and spoke to me again.

“Good boy. Okay! Ally?” I got back to my knees and shuffled over in front of Alexandra, her face delighted and her long red skirt flowing down her petite legs as she sat up. I was getting tired now. She removed her ornate Arabian sandals and brushed her naked feet with her hand, her fingers dripping across her perfect nails with a clear polish, and then she held them out and showed me her soles.

“Ah ah! What’s this?” Bridget exclaimed suddenly. “What’s this?”

They all looked down and saw what I suddenly realized I could feel. I wasn’t soft, not shrunken, but in my weariness my erection had diminished. I was shame-stricken, and Bridget said, “Oh no you don’t. Come here!” I shuffled up next to her and she bent down over me and admonished me strictly.

“You worship her feet with a hard dick or not at all, understand me?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“How is she supposed to feel when you don’t show her how much you appreciate the privilege, huh? Look at her! Don’t you think she’s pretty?”

“Yes ma’am! She’s beautiful!”

“Don’t you want to worship her feet?”

“Yes ma’am! I’m sorry!”

“Well don’t tell me. You’re gonna bend over and tell her feet! Ally, present them!”

Alexandra straightened her legs and held out her bare soles, the hem of her skirt sliding off them, and she looked down at me with mock indignation as Bridget slid the edge of the coffee table between us and had me bend over it. She rested her heels on the edge in front of me, and they filled my vision.

“Tell them you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry Lady Alexandra.” Bridget swatted me on the ass with her wand.

“Again! Eyes on her feet!”

“I’m sorry Lady Alexandra.” Another swat.

“Again!”

“I’m sorry Lady Alexandra.”

“Good. Now you’ll give her a hundred kisses to make up for what you’ve done.”

By the time I reached the 90s the girls had all joined in the counting, and I was kissing helplessly, bobbing my neck back and forth as they shouted out each number.

“…99, …100! Good!” I sat back and looked for approval at Bridget as they clapped, and she said softly and sweetly, “Tell her again.”

“I’m sorry Lady Alexandra,” I said again, looking at her face this time, and she smiled pleasantly back at me.

“Good boy,” she said, her tiny frame simply oozing power and authority, and she added, “Now we can finally get on with it.”

Bridget and Sofia moved the table again and I scooted up to Alexandra, feeling as though my punishment had ingratiated me to her again. She was so charming and lovely, and I looked up at her as she put her feet in my lap.

“Now me,” she announced to the girls, “I like having my feet licked.” She raised an eyebrow as she looked down at me. “Do you think you can lick them for me and keep your cock hard too?”

“Yes Mistr–,” I caught myself.

“Oooh!” the girls all cried.

“Ooh, you’re in trouble for that one later,” Bridget laughed, and she kicked at me affectionately from behind.

“Yes Lady Alexandra.”

“Good boy. Lick my feet.”

She leaned back and I began bathing her soles with my tongue, and I felt them all watching as I did. They were salted from her sweat, and I could taste a hint of the leather from her sandals as I stroked my tongue against them. I pressed deep into them and licked every inch of them until they glistened and shone.

“I like my toes sucked too,” she said, looking down at them with pride and affection. It was quiet now, the movie having finished to almost no one’s notice at all. They all watched me as I bowed my head and opened my mouth, and began sucking her toes.

She closed her eyes and groaned softly, and suddenly Samantha burst out, “Fuck that’s hot!” to murmurs of agreement from the rest of them. “I would have had him do that if it hadn’t meant taking off this whole friggin’ costume!” Vanessa jabbed at her and they all settled down again and watched as I sucked, one toe after another until they all had been addressed. I licked her soles in two more long strokes to indicate having finished, and she just laid there with her eyes closed as I held her ankles.

“Oh don’t mind me,” she said, opening one eye at Bridget, to the girls’ amusement. “I could have him do that for hours, so if it’s someone else’s turn you just say the word.”

They all gave a little chuckle and smiled at her. Bridget put her hand on my shoulder and I returned Alexandra’s feet to the floor, and I looked up at Sofia who was looking up at Bridget with a wicked look of mischievous anticipation.

“Good boy,” Bridget said to me, and she rubbed on my neck, and I let my head fall against her hand. “Still hard, are we? Good boy. Because you know what’s coming next don’t you? Sofia, my darling? Why don’t we shift down and let Sofia sit on the couch? In the middle.”

They all rearranged, giving her space, and Sofia popped up and settled down into her spot, grinning, and she looked up at Bridget as she addressed the group again.

“Now ladies,” she said, keeping her hand on my shoulder for a moment, “I think we all know what’s going to happen next. The spell can only be broken when our little footboy finds the stinkiest pair of feet in the room and cums for them. Do you think he’s found them yet?”

“No!” they all agreed, a few of them giggling, and Sofia just smirked at me as she twisted her ankles in her big, chunky black skate shoes. I looked at Candice and Mariah, the two best candidates so far, but it was clear they didn’t think theirs compared.

“You see,” Bridget said, lowering her voice and leaning down towards me, “pretty Sofia here has been torturing us all with her stinky feet for years. We’ve all teased her about it to no end, but tonight she’ll use that power on you. And since you’re under my spell you won’t be able to help but cum when you smell them. Understand?”

I looked at Sofia watching me, like a spider in her web, and I felt the others staring at me in disbelief. I took my time, summoning my conviction, nearly shaking with that mixture of anticipation and dread, and then finally I said it.

“Yes Mistress.”

There was an astonished murmur that crept through the room, but I was so consumed by Sofia’s presence, so stricken by the thick stripes on her calves and the length of her skinny torso, the way she moved and the dried glisten of her spiky hair, her punk rock style and her hardfemme looks, that all I could hear was Bridget’s voice as she said, “Good boy. Go to her.”

She took her hand from my shoulder and I bent forward and crawled, nervous as each lunge brought me closer, until finally I was at her feet. She scooted to the edge of the couch and crossed her legs, her skinny, muscular calves flexing against the fabric.

“Nervous?” she asked me, and I trembled.

“Yes ma’am.”

She took off her hoodie and revealed her shoulders and neck, and she stretched out her back and regarded me like a panther, ready to pounce.

“Scared?” she said, and I sensed her slipping easily from her skate shoes from beneath my vision.

“Y-yes. Yes ma’am.”

She leaned back and lifted her knees. “Good… “

Suddenly she kicked up her heels and snapped both her feet at my face.

“BOO!” she shouted, and they came so quickly towards me I thought she was going to kick me in the face, and I flinched backwards suddenly and tumbled over on my side.

As the girls all laughed again I saw the joke. Sofia’s socks had the word “BOO!” written in big white letters on the soles, woven into the pattern and faded slightly from her sweat. They all laughed and laughed, and my heart pounded and I blushed furiously for having been gotten like that.

As I regarded them though, held up for us all to see, I couldn’t help but notice how long and languid they were, how subtle and yet dramatic the curves of them were. The circumference of the thick stripes shrank through the middle of her foot and grew again towards the tip, accentuating every inch of them, and she scrunched and wiggled her toes.

“Fuck, Sofia,” said Alexandra sitting next to her, apparently catching the first whiff and making a face. “That is intense.”

“Powerful, you mean,” she replied, her eyes still fixed on me. “I’ve been feeling festive so this is day three wearing these.” She turned to Alexandra. “And you know how much I love my Etnies.”

“Slave,” Bridget said. “I want you to get on your back and lay down in front of Sofia.” I scooted to where I was told, my head beneath her, sensing her scent as I got closer, and they gave me the throw pillow again.

“And girls, will you help? I wanna make sure he doesn’t go anywhere.” They all got up and stood around my body, stepping in close and fencing me in, looking at each other, at Bridget and Sofia, and down at me. “Yeah, that’s good.”

“Now, slave,” she said, her voice raising in the quiet room. “The time has come.” Sofia began lowering her feet towards me. “Receive your true nature.”

I felt Vanessa step gently on my shoulder, and she motioned for Candice to do the same. Samantha and Alexandra did likewise on my wrists. Mariah sat down on my knees, and Bridget took hold of my ankles. I was trapped, pinned beneath them and their gazes. I waited in my nakedness, still and helpless, with all of them looking down at me, and then Sofia slowly covered my face with her soles.

Immediately I sputtered, and reeled, the sweat and the heat and the grime of them invading my senses, and I held my breath as I squirmed. The girls kept my body pinned, though I struggled a bit. The weight of Sofia’s legs pushed my head into the pillow. I felt them all hold me in place, and I strained beneath them, but I knew it could only be a matter of time. My breath trickled away, and I did without for as long as I could, but then I knew I was out of time.

“Say the magic words,” Bridget whispered, and then Sofia’s voice came crashing through my mind.

“Smell my feet!” she cried, and helplessly I smelled.

The magnitude of her scent came pouring into me, hitting me hard and seeming to fill my entire body. I let out a helpless whine and she shouted, “Do it! Smell!”

I smelled again and squinted against the stink, her words and the smell of her socks coursing through me like bolts of lightning. She began wiping her soles against my face, and I sniffed and sniffed, almost shaking as I resisted.

I felt Bridget release my ankles, sensed her steps around my left side, and I heard the familiar pop of the lube bottle. I cringed again as I thought of having an orgasm beneath Sofia’s stinky feet, and I moaned knowing that that was exactly what they were going to make me do.

“Gosh,” Sofia snapped. “Does he always make this much noise?”

“Haha,” Bridget laughed. “I don’t think he’s ever had to take feet like yours before.”

“Well, I know how to shut him up.”

She gripped my face with one foot, and I saw her lift her other one and pull off her sock. Her bare toes emerged with black nail polish on them, and she wiggled them a little as I glanced around at the girls. They all were smiling wickedly, at Sofia and at me, and as I looked back up Sofia stuck one foot on each side of my head and looked down into my face for a moment before slowly dangling her long, dirty sock above me.

“Open your mouth!” she said, and my eyes widened. Desperately, pleadingly I shook my head and groaned, my lips pursed tightly together.

“Do it!” said Bridget, and miserably I knew I had to obey.

Sofia stuffed her sock in my mouth, the cheers from the girls drowning out my moans, and when she had it all inside she covered my face again with her soles.

It was then that I felt Bridget’s hand, her cool, lubricated grip on my penis. I sighed into Sofia’s sock, into her feet, and in a few seconds I was feeling the waves of pleasing as Bridget teased and stroked.

“Sniff!” Sofia cried again, sticking my nose between her toes, and I laid back, relaxing, and sniffed. “Suck that sock and smell my feet!”

It was happening quickly. I could feel it getting closer. Bridget was so fucking good at that, and I had been kept aroused for so long. It seemed to come in waves as I sniffed and sniffed, until finally I knew I couldn’t hold out any longer. My hips bucked, Alexandra still pinning my legs to the ground, and I grunted, and then I came intensely, spurting cum onto my stomach.

I expected jeers and cheers again, but the girls just sighed affectionately, and they all got off of me while Sofia held my face. She kept her soles there while my breathing softened and evened out again, and the girls all retook their seats around the room. I heard water running in the bathroom and knew that Bridget must be cleaning up, and a few moments later I felt her wiping the lube from my cock with a washrag.

She signaled to Sofia who finally removed her feet from my face, sticking them under the back of my head, and she removed the sock from my mouth. I looked up at them all and back down at my stomach, the thick, milky semen still splashed across it, and I looked up at Bridget, who was stepping out of her heels down by my ankles. Her hair dangled as she looked down, and her robe floated as she turned back to the group.

“Well I want to thank you all for participating in this marvelous, sacred ritual. I hope you all enjoyed it and that you’re all feeling glad to have been involved. There is one last thing, however, before we all go home.”

She stepped alongside me, lifting one foot onto my hip. “Vanessa, Samantha? Would you help me one more time?” Samantha got up and stood beside her on my left, Vanessa on my right and she put a hand on each of their shoulders.

“I am now going to show you all what real power is, the power I have shared with you tonight.” She looked down and stepped up onto my thighs. I felt her weight upon me through the silk soles of her stockings. And she took a step forward and stepped on my spent and swollen cock.

“This is a spell that cannot be broken,” she continued, raising her chin as she spoke. Slowly she stepped again onto my stomach, directly on top of the ribbons of cum, rubbing her foot around and soaking it up. She stepped onto my chest, bringing her feet together and towering over me, pinning me beneath her.

She stepped down onto the floor again with her left foot, and her right she held above me, the elegant seamed sole of her stocking nearly dripping with my cum.

“Open your mouth,” she said, and when I did she arched her foot, pointed her toes, and stuffed it deep inside. My entire mouth was filled with her foot, and I tasted my cum along with the fabric and her sweat. And then she ordered me to suck.

When she was satisfied she pulled it out and examined it, and then she flattened it back out on my face, put her hands back on the girls’ shoulders, and stepped up onto my face.

“Thank you, ladies,” she said proudly, and they all applauded for her, and she held herself there for just a few extra seconds before stepping off me again. A couple of them whooped for the last time and the clapping died down as they all began to get up.

“Wow, haha,” Alexandra said, getting up and going over to hug Bridget. “That was amazing. You are fricking incredible.” They both looked down at me. “You think he’ll be alright?”

“Yeah,” she said, smiling sweetly at me and rubbing my shin with her foot. “He’s fine.”

I rolled over on my side and laid there for a minute, exhausted, and then I finally got up and pulled on my underwear. I sat down on the arm of the couch, and the girls came back from the kitchen and the bathroom, their shoes back on, and they gathered up their jackets and purses before thanking Bridget for a wonderful evening. Sofia came over and kissed me on the cheek, and Candice, Mariah, and Alexandra each gave me a hug.

We all said our goodbyes and the four of them left, and then it was just me and Bridget and Samantha and Vanessa left, and Samantha sighed animatedly, sprawling out in her chair. “Oh my god, that was so crazy! God, get me out of this costume though!”

“Tell me about it,” said Bridget, and Vanessa agreed too. “Come on, slave, come to the bathroom. You can help us undress.”

Before long we were all in our pajamas and the girls had taken off their makeup. We all got into Bridget’s king bed and cozied up together, and the girls chatted with each other about tomorrow while I listened.  The room faded slowly as I began drifting off, but then just as I was slipping away Samantha said something that sent a shiver down my spine and jolted me back awake.

She scooted up close behind me, pressing my body into Bridget’s, and she rested her chin on my shoulder and said, “So what else can you make him do?”


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