[Fiction] Service (a short story)

[depravedChattel]

Just a quick little foot fetish story. Enjoy!

Service

Jennifer sat at the edge of the couch, looking sternly at the boy kneeling on the ground in front of her. She wore a blue halter top and navy blue jeans, and her bare feet were flat against the floor. Her skin was a fairly dark brown, even for a girl of Vietnamese descent.

The boy was naked.

Jennifer leaned forward in her seat and look straight into the boy's eyes. He shrank back a bit. She lifted her right leg and hovered her naked foot in front of his face. “Kiss my feet, slave,” she said. She intended for it to be an order, but it still came out a request. It would take some getting used to.

“Yes, miss,” the boy said, cupping her slender foot in his hands. He almost laughed, like Jennifer he wasn't used to the situation. It was, after all, just a game. The two had been dating for months (a secret from her watchful parents), and only recently found their mutual kink. It had been awkward at first when she ordered him to get naked, but they were both slowly getting into it.

The boy planted a kiss on the top of her foot. It was still slick with sweat from a day cooped up inside her shoes, which now rested by the door. It occurred to Jennifer that she should have teased her boy and had him remover he shoes, inhale their stench deeply, and personally remove her socks with his mouth. She'll keep that in mind for next time, though. For now the way his lips brushed against her feet, surely smelling and tasting her sweat, was enough for her. And judging by his dripping cock, it was enough for him.

She called him a slut and told him he wasn't doing well enough, not showing his mistress how much he appreciated her for letting him touch even her feet. He took his cue to start sucking on her toes. They were sour and repugnant and he loved it.

Jennifer yanked her saliva-soaked foot away from her boy. A trail of drool dripped from his mouth. He hoped his mistress would make him worship her other foot next, but instead she commanded, “lie on your back, slut.” He had asked for her to treat him like this, yet his face still burned with embarrassment.

The boy lay on his back, his milky white skin, and more importantly his stiff cock, on full display to his mistress. His penis stood straight up, covered in precum already. He was staring at the ceiling, so he couldn't see the girl inspecting him.

“You seem to be enjoying this,” Jennifer mused.

“Yes, mistress.”

“I had no idea you were such a little whore.”

He didn't respond.

Jennifer took her foot, the saliva now drying, and began rubbing his dick against his stomach. He moaned and more precum squirted onto his body and his mistress's lovely foot. This went on a few moments, Jennifer smirking at how cute her boy looked squirming naked on the floor. Her fingers drifted into her pants.

The boy couldn't hold on any more, and suddenly a flood of cum burst from his dick. It pooled on his stomach. His mistress laughed. She dipped her toe in the cum and swirled it around. He was still very much aroused.

With her fingers still buried in her pussy, Jennifer dragged her cum covered foot up her boy's chest, leaving a trail of his own juices. She lingered over his face, wondering if he had ever tasted himself. He hadn't, but he knew what was coming as drips of his jizz splashed onto his face.

“Clean this filth off,” Jennifer ordered.

He hesitated a moment, but finally took his mistress's beautiful foot in his mouth once more. His cum was salty and bitter, but he swallowed all that her foot gave him. When he was done Jennifer popped her foot out of his mouth. Her fingers furiously digging into her pussy as she herself came, she told her slave that he pleased her, and smeared the rest of her boy's saliva over his pretty little face.