SkidMark
11-25-2009, 8:17 PM
Saturday morning came like a wind for I was up all night worshipping her feet, adoring her cheesy lime smelling feet. All day long my mind
was on her and the way she smoked with her eyes closed. She called me from work and said she was getting out early. I waited for the hour to arrive.
She pulled up again and this time she was wearing something different. Old fashioned high heels, capris-cut jeans exposing the calves, A wife beater
muscle shirt and her hair like the late Bettie Page. It was like being picked up by the pin-up queen herself. We were going to her place to hang out
and maybe pass the day snuggling...was there a surprise for me?
She had her work bag with her as we got out of the car. Helping her carry her things she gave me a slight hug and kiss....I was never happier.
Making myself comfortable and making her a drink, I waited for a while watching TV. I heard her call me..So I went to her room...Her place was vast but
seemed empty in need of furniture. To my shock she did have a schoolgirl outfit on...I almost fell to my knees. As she passed by me her hand grabbed
my hair. I followed her white blouse, yellow plaid skirt and thigh high socks. She wore no shoes but I was ok with that. She turned to me over her shoulder
and said..."Slither". My eyes opened wide because I did make that promise the night prior. So I knelt down feeling her hair, ass, hamstrings and calves on the
way down. I was at ankle level on my stomach but had no problems.
As she began to walk slowly, I kissed her soles every time she lifted each foot...I was in heaven or hell?. She walked as I slithered behind her a good
ten feet and stopped. She lit a cigarette and fell her blouse fall on my back. Wondering what had happened, she took a step back trapping my neck between her socked ankles. Now her plaid skirt fell on my head and she wore nothing but her long white socks. At this point my cock was off the floor. We stopped next to the wall, I felt her weight on my upper back and I let out a gasp. I looked up straight and saw cigarette ashes fall to the floor. I was told to clean that up, so I lapped it
up. Pulling my hair she got off of me and pulled me to her living room, rested her feet on my chest and neck she turned on the TV and started texting again. She had no concern for me, ignoring my existence she laughed on the phone using me as nothing. I did make that promise to her.
The rest of the day we fooled around, a partial footslave slave, I did enjoy her presence and power over me...that same day she used me in different ways but that I will leave it to your imagination...or should I go for a third part?
was on her and the way she smoked with her eyes closed. She called me from work and said she was getting out early. I waited for the hour to arrive.
She pulled up again and this time she was wearing something different. Old fashioned high heels, capris-cut jeans exposing the calves, A wife beater
muscle shirt and her hair like the late Bettie Page. It was like being picked up by the pin-up queen herself. We were going to her place to hang out
and maybe pass the day snuggling...was there a surprise for me?
She had her work bag with her as we got out of the car. Helping her carry her things she gave me a slight hug and kiss....I was never happier.
Making myself comfortable and making her a drink, I waited for a while watching TV. I heard her call me..So I went to her room...Her place was vast but
seemed empty in need of furniture. To my shock she did have a schoolgirl outfit on...I almost fell to my knees. As she passed by me her hand grabbed
my hair. I followed her white blouse, yellow plaid skirt and thigh high socks. She wore no shoes but I was ok with that. She turned to me over her shoulder
and said..."Slither". My eyes opened wide because I did make that promise the night prior. So I knelt down feeling her hair, ass, hamstrings and calves on the
way down. I was at ankle level on my stomach but had no problems.
As she began to walk slowly, I kissed her soles every time she lifted each foot...I was in heaven or hell?. She walked as I slithered behind her a good
ten feet and stopped. She lit a cigarette and fell her blouse fall on my back. Wondering what had happened, she took a step back trapping my neck between her socked ankles. Now her plaid skirt fell on my head and she wore nothing but her long white socks. At this point my cock was off the floor. We stopped next to the wall, I felt her weight on my upper back and I let out a gasp. I looked up straight and saw cigarette ashes fall to the floor. I was told to clean that up, so I lapped it
up. Pulling my hair she got off of me and pulled me to her living room, rested her feet on my chest and neck she turned on the TV and started texting again. She had no concern for me, ignoring my existence she laughed on the phone using me as nothing. I did make that promise to her.
The rest of the day we fooled around, a partial footslave slave, I did enjoy her presence and power over me...that same day she used me in different ways but that I will leave it to your imagination...or should I go for a third part?