Teaching him a lesson on the flight home

[John Blaze]

Shalini was used to being stared at. Mainly because she was a beautiful woman. She was a mix of several different cultures ethnically - Indian, Arabic,, Greek, and Italian. She looked like a mixture between the beautiful Bollywood actress Aishiwarya Raye and an ancient Greek goddess. The combination amounted to what can only be described as a “Cleopatra” like quality. Gorgeous and delicate looking, her caramel skin was silky smooth and her deep hazel eyes were almost hypnotizing. Today, her long black hair was in a ponytail and she wore loose fitting sweat pants that almost hid her sensuous curves. She was a petite woman, only standing about 5’5, but her presence in a room was larger than life - yet still understated in a regal, ladylike manner.

She was also used to being stared at for her intellect. Today, she was returning home to Wisconsin from L.A. after completing another semester at UCLA. She was working on her third degree. At the young age of 26, she had already completed her college education , received an MBA, and was now studying psychology as an extra degree. When in conversation, her intellect and wit always caused people to become captivated and often intimidated.

And lastly, unfortunately, on days like today - she was used to getting stared at because the Middle Eastern features of her face made people uncomfortable in an airport - a sad byproduct of racial profiling in the post 9/11 world. Traveling was never a favorite pastime of hers, but traveling on the holidays was always a major hassle. This being the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, she was already getting frustrated by the rude and overwhelmed staff. The other passengers all had short tempers, all the flights were being delayed, and the overall atmosphere was deteriorating. As everyone waited at the gate for any update on the flight, people were packed together like refugees - some sitting, some standing. Shalini was one of the fortunate few who had a seat. Unfortunately, she really had to go to the bathroom. She looked up at the first person she saw, a tall business man in a nice suit and top coat. He was in his 40s and was a pretty large man with a round torso and a potbelly that protruded out so that his tie lay on it in an arc instead of straight down. He was visibly frustrated with the situation, just as everyone else was.

“Excuse me sir…” she said politely. The man seemed to either not hear her or ignore her. “Excuse me sir…” she said again, this time a little louder.

The man turned around and looked down in a frustrated manner. “What?” he asked in a huff.

“Could you please watch my seat while I go to the bathroom?”

The man looked very frustrated, then paused and finally said “Fine. But be quick about it girl!”

As Shalini walked off to the restroom, she wondered what the big rush was - since obviously all planes were delayed. When she returned, she was amazed that the man rudely refused to giver her back her seat. Despite the protests of a few bystanders who knew she was already there, he laughed at her and said to move along. Shalini was at a loss to deal with such rudeness. She stormed off and found a spot on the floor. She spent the next hour reading a book and waiting for the plane. When it finally arrived, there was a disorderly dash to board. The crew had no control and the line was pushing through. Shalini felt herself being bumped forceful from the side. After almost being knocked out of the line she turned and saw it was the same rude, business man. She shouted “Excuse you!”. This only made him turn for a quick second and upon seeing her he gave her a quick look as if to say “oh… its you again!” and kept walking! Shalini couldn’t wait to get the flight over! When she got to her seat she turned to get help putting her carryon bag in the overhead compartment. While she was looking, the rude business man came and almost knocking her out of the way again, put his bag in the last available space above her aisle! Shalini was convinced she was on some prank show to see how much she could take, but alas it was all real!! She maneuvered her way to the window seat. She had to place her bag at her feet under the seat in front of her. This, even for petite Shalini, made the space cramped. Then, the final cruel twist of fate. The rude business man plopped down in the seat in front of her . GREAT!

His behavior was no better with anyone else. He immediately started berating the flight crew and was especially nasty about the fact that no snacks were to be served on board. “I’m starving!” he demanded. Shalini looked at the fat man and thought how ironic that statement was. The flight took off with no further delays and everything seemed to be progressing fine. Shalini thought that if she could make it through he flight, this would all be over shortly. Just at that moment, and as soon as he was allowed, the fat, business man forcefully reclined his seat. Because of his weight, the seat seemed to come back extra far and made Shalini feel like he was sitting on her chest!

This was too much. She leaned forward and said “Sir, since you took the overhead bin I have my bag here. I barely have any room! Can you please not recline so far?”

The man turned around and looked her in the eye. “That’s not my problem! I’m hungry and cranky and I WILL be comfortable.” With that he took out two pills and swallowed them quickly. “In a few minutes, I will be dead sleep! These pills will have me sleeping so good it will be like a coma! You should take some… or just deal with it! Either way, I’m fine!”

This final insult sent her over the edge. The generally mild mannered student lost it. She slapped him in h\the back of his head and said “You rude, fat pig! Were you raised by a pig too?”

The man was so angered by her comments that he slammed backwards in the seat just to be a jerk… and he broke it. The seat made a snapping noise and he fell back all the way into her lap! Shalini reached up and rang the bell for the stewardess. When she came over, and saw the situations he asked what had happened. Shalini simply said, “This fat pig of a man broke his seat!” He turned bright red and looked ashamed., The stewardess made everyone stand and crawled under the seat.

“There.” She said when she stood up. “Its fixed, but you cannot recline it for the rest of the flight. When we land I’ll get it repaired.”

The man sat silently. Shalini had finally had a turn of luck. Furthermore, she had noticed how embarrassed he was about what had happened and decided this was a great time for some revenge! “Hahaha” she laughed. “You fat bastard! What a fat, bloated, pig of a man! Can’t even ride a plane without breaking it!”

“Are you going to let her talk to me like that?” he insisted towards the stewardess. The stewardess, whom he had berated earlier simply shrugged and walked away. Within the next twenty minutes, everyone around her had fallen asleep. However, Shalini kept reading her book. Then … her right leg cramped up… bad! With the bag in front of her and a sleeping passenger to her left, there was no real way to stretch. She quickly measured the space between the plane wall and the seat in front of her and decided to extend her leg. She tried to maneuver and saw there was no way to squeeze her foot through. She quickly reached down and removed her low cut white sneaker which she was wearing with no socks. Again he tried and managed to extend her leg and rest it on the armrest of the seat in front of her. Immediately, the cramp started to go away. She looked at her foot through the narrow space and wiggled her toes. Her deep burgundy pedicure on her caramel colored feet looked nice to her. However,\, she was in these sneakers all day. She held the shoe up to her face and caught a whiff of her smelly shoe. She knew her foot didn’t smell too good. It wasn’t enough to make the plane reek… but certainly the man in front of her would be offended by the smell…. If he was awake. She could tell by the snoring he wasn’t and remembered what he said about the pills causing a “coma”-like sleep. She continued to read her book for a few minutes and enjoyed the newly extended leg and the cool air refreshing her feet. She thought about how mad the rude man would be if he were awake… then she got an idea!

She wondered how deep he really would sleep? She stood up and gently placed her hand on his head. She guided it towards the right and his entire body seemed to move with it, re-positioning himself to sleep comfortably. Soon she forced his head to the window. Then slid it down the window until he had his head propped up with his chin laying on the armrest. Then she positioned it just how she wanted it. His fat body now partially laying on the lady next to him… who was also sleep and didn’t budge. Shalini sat back down and then carefully positioned her leg again. This time, looking through the seat space to watch her handiwork, she slid her leg forward again. Slowly. Until…the tip of her middle toe touched the tip of his nose. She paused to see if he would budge,,, he didn’t. She continued to straighten her leg. The sole of her dainty and moist foot pressed against his lips. She pushed a little more… the ball of her foot was under his nostrils. She pushed a little more,,, her toes cupped his nose. Finally she completely relaxed. She sat comfortably. Her leg comfortably, if only a little snugly, extended. Her foot, pressed firmly into the face of this man who had been so rude to her. She positioned her sole so that it blocked his mouth and he started to snore though his nose. His nose that was gently buried into the base of her toes. As he breathed deeply through her toes, she giggled at how refreshing the sensation was. Then, she looked at his face. “I wonder if her can smell them as he sleeps?” Almost as if on cue, he grimaced his face and crinkled his nose as one would do if they smelt something foul! Shalini smiled a wide , content smile! Se naughtily thought to herself, “Good! Lay there and smell my foot! Sleep tight fat boy!” She continued reading her book relaxed. She played with his nose with her toes. She slid them all around his nose and occasionally slipped the pinky toe into a nostril She found it very relaxing to use his face this way and reveled in the thought of what she was doing to him! Her foot truly felt nice using his breath for relief and his features as a toy to pass the time! The fact that she was forcing her foot sweat into his memory banks? Priceless.

Then she got a great idea!

TO BE CONTINUED...

[camery]

What ever is going to happen next, I have a feeling the guy will be at her mercy in the end. I like where this is going. Nicly writen.

[got2bflats]

great start, can't wait to read what she does next

[danimalx]

Woohoo! Thanks for starting another story! Looks like a great beginning. Love this forced stuff, and your writing makes it feel like we are actually there. Appreciate your time and effort. Thanks again.

[John Blaze]

Shalini was quite pleased with herself. She usually was not one for drama and conflict, but this guy had pushed her over the edge. Quite frankly, usually her charm and beauty disarmed everyone anyway. But to have the mental satisfaction of shoving her foot in his face was quite nice. Now, she had devised a clever and fiendish scheme to both truly capitalize on the situation and to really get firm revenge. It was one thing to get her silent revenge in this manner, but it would be even greater to force him to accept it! To let him feel shame and know she had won! In her mind, the plot thickened. It would be a bit of a gamble, but hey… what did she have to lose?

She reluctantly pulled her foot away from her new toy, put her sneaker back on, went into her bag to get the necessary “equipment” and left for the bathroom. The bathroom was the most quiet place to do what needed to be done. The equipment? Her mp3 playing, highly advanced phone (equipped with a small voice recorder, mp3 player, and some other software that would prove useful for the task at hand). For the next 20 minutes she recorded herself into he phone. She made tracks of her voice speaking slowly and seductively into her phone - her voice almost hypnotizing. She was in the restroom for a good 20 minutes. When she returned to her seat she had a “soundtrack” carefully recorded and in order of necessity. Her plot? To discover whether or not, in his deeply sedated and doped up state, her nemesis would be open to suggestion. If so…. Whoa boy!! The fun, and the torture, would really begin. On the way back to her seat she noticed that the stewardess had taken drink orders and had just finished delivering drinks to the few passengers who were awake. “Do you want something honey?”

Shalini smiled and said, “can I have a coffee with a ton of sugar? Don’t bother putting it in yourself, just bring me about 8 sugar packs. After returning to her seat being careful not to awaken any of the sleeping people that surrounded her, Shalini reached over the seat back in front of her and placed an expensive set of earphones on the head of the rude business man. They were the type designed to block out all sound. She ran the wire from his head to her seat through the same window/seat space that she would soon resume putting her foot in his face. The stewardess brought her her drink and sugar packets and left. This was it! Everyone was sleep around her, and she had what she needed,! Her plan had several stages which she thought of as “Chapters” in this story. She was amused with how mischievous and exciting this all felt.

CHAPTER 1

Shalini pressed play on her phone and sent her pre-recorded voice streaming into the man’s ears. This was the critical point. If this worked… REALLY worked… than the rest of the flight would be some of the most gratifying moments of her life! She watched his face closely for his reactions to gauge the success of her experiment an whether or not to move on.. Her voice cooed into his ears in a soft seductive tone:


--Can you believe there is no food on this flight? Can you believe how bad the service is! You’re sooo hungry! How can this be? You’re sooo hungry! This airline is horrible! You’re sooo hungry!--


Her words were soft and rhythmic. She watched his face as she looped that 8 second clip repeatedly into his ears. Then… jackpot! Slowly at first, his facial features started to move. Then, he appeared visibly agitated. Then he grimaced. After a few minutes of looping this sound bite, Shalini was convinced that the next few chapters would work fantastically! She was ecstatic!

CHAPTER 2

Now she knew she had him. She poured one of the eight sugar packets into her coffee and place it on the table tray of the sleeping man next to her. She reached down and removed her right sneaker, exposing her bare foot once again .It had gotten sweaty and moist again. Then, she started to open the sugar packets and spread sugar over her toes. All over each one, in between them all, everywhere! She covered all of her toes with sugar and it stuck to her foot sweat like glitter! Then, just as carefully as before she extended that foot towards the man’s face, through the window / seat opening. Resting her heel on the armrest, she slid it slowly forward just as before. But this time she stopped with her toes a few inches from his face. She advanced the sound track:

--But I’ll take care of you! I’ve got something sweet for you. Do you want some sweet candy? You’re so hungry… poor boy! I’ve got some good candy for you! Here… take some candy. Stick out your tongue! Lick the candy! You will feel better.--

Shalini looped this sound lip into the man’s ears now. Slowly, his face turned from a scowl to a smile. She watched closely as he ever so slowly opened his lips and his tongue protruded… searching for the candy. This was the moment of truth. She slid her foot forward slightly,,, watching with excited anticipation! The tip of his tongue touched the underside of her second toe. She felt a shot of tingling electricity shoot up her leg and give her face goose bumps. She slid her foot forward a little more and his tongue ran one long lick up that same long, second toe. The taste of sugar filling his taste buds… the suggestion of her voice compelling him to continue. She fully extended her leg so that her toes were pressed against his lips. She saw and felt his tongue slide in between her second and third toes! AHHH what a sensation. It tickled and felt refreshing. She laughed out loud at what she had done to the once rude man! Then she advanced the sound clip to track 3. It was a very short loop that she would play for a very long time!


--Lick! Lick the candy! It tastes so good! Make sure you get it AALLL.--

She looped this clip and sat back into her seat comfortably. She could not take her eyes off of him! She watched and giggled as his tongue slipped in between each toes. He searched for more “candy”! The sensation felt great! It tickled a lot at first. Then, it felt really really special - like she had discovered a great feeling foreign to her at any other time of her life. She looked at the shiny burgundy toenails being maneuvered about as his tongue licked greedily at the bottoms of her toes and all in between them. She had no idea it would feel this good. Then, as she became accustomed to how this felt, the sensation changed again. This time to a very very soothing feeling. She went back to reading her book. She sipped her coffee and read her book and enjoyed the feeling of having her toes licked by her personal sleeping fool!

As she read her book she felt the trip starting to catch up to her. With the soothing feeling of her toes being licked and the warmth of her coffee, she was starting to fall asleep. And she could have contently ended it there… but there was so much more to do! Couldn’t sleep yet! Now, was the time for the true revenge!!!


CHAPTER 3

She advanced the track once more.

--Wait… what’s this? You’ve been tricked! This isn’t candy! It’s the foot of that woman behind you! The little one you had been mean to? Why are you licking her foot? But you cannot stop! You cannot stop! You are licking the foot of a stranger but you cannot stop! She’s enjoying it! She’s laughing at you! But you cannot stop! Lick her foot! Lick her foot!--

She studied his face carefully to see what would happen! Slowly his expression changed. He looked agitated and frustrated. His faced turned the same shade of red that it had been when she had verbally humiliated him. He looked confused and disgusted… but he kept licking. His tongue, despite his best efforts to stop, ran up and down and through her toes with even more energy than before! This was the beauty of her plan! This was the most satisfying part! She was controlling his thoughts, his dreams! Forcing him into humiliating subjugation even in his “deep sleep”… the one he had so been looking forward to. It was one thing to make him lick her toes… but she wanted him to KNOW it! She advanced voice clip again. All the while she carefully studied his face!

--Lick her foot! You are like her dog! Lick her foot! You are beneath her! Lick her foot!--Now she put her book down and watched him intently. Enjoying both the look on his face as it contorted frustratingly, his tongue sliding in and out of the crevices of her toes. MMM that felt good! Now she advanced her plot a little more.


CHAPTER 4

The sound bite changed ever so slightly in manner that advanced her plot

--Lick her foot! You are like her dog! Lick her foot! You are beneath her! Lick her foot!--

changed as she advanced the sound clips to

--Lick my foot! You are my dog! Lick my foot! You are beneath me! Obey me!--

He kept licking. After 10 more minutes of this she advanced the clip again.

--When I tell you, you will wake up. You will not be able to move or speak. You will be paralyzed. You will only move on the sound of my voice!--

He kept licking her toes but seemed less agitated now. More deeply asleep then before. She looped this sound bite a few more minutes. Slowly the licking almost stopped. Was she loosing him or was he waiting for her next command? The pseudo hypnotist was curious about how this experiment would turn out. At the minimum, if he woke up with her foot in his face, she could laugh and she would still have won. At the best… the torment would continue! She advance the clip.


--OK. Wake up--

He slowly opened his eyes. He looked dazed and confused. He was staring at the sole of her foot. She moved her foot to make eye contact and he looked shockingly up at her. She looked smugly back down at him. She smiled at him widely and he stared into her eyes with a mix of fear and anger! She advanced the clip He stared at her smiling face while her pre-recorded voice echoed into his ears..


--- Hello fat boy! Do you see what I’ve done to you? You’ve been licking my toes for me! Why? Because I said so. You are a rude pig but you will learn your place! Beautiful women like me use fat pigs like you to get what we want! And right now, I want to teach you manners. Do you want to keep licking my foot?--

The clip paused. The man looked scared as he tried to talk but could not. So he shook his head “no“.

--Too bad! I want you to lick my foot and you will do whatever I tell you to do! If you understand lick the sole of my foot from the heel to the big toe. --


Shalini giggled as the man surprised himself by extending his tongue and licking her foot, slowly. Now partially awake, he could taste the salty foot sweat. Shalini advanced the clip.


--Now, I’m going to sleep while you lick my foot for me fatty!--

He looked up at her through her toes. She waved at him, blew him a kiss and closed her eyes. Sliding forward to get comfortable, she forcefully shoved the sole of her foot into his face.


---Lick my foot. Taste my foot! Suck my toes! Make me feel good!---

Those words looped again and again into his ears as he lapped at her feet. He could not stop or control himself. He used his tongue to lick her toes, under her toes, the soles of her foot, the ball of her foot, he sucked her pinky toe into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. All the while he was horrified. Shalini wanted to sleep, but couldn’t. She was too excited, too impressed with herself. She watched and giggled as he debased himself.

Finally she decided she needed some rest. She advanced the clip one more time. It was simply the sound of her voice giggling. She played it in a continuous loop. The defeated business man watched as she drifted to sleep. He licked her foot, unable to move. The sound of her giggling voice echoed in his ears, she laughed at him even as she peacefully drifted to sleep. The very sleep he had so been looking forward to. The content and peaceful look on her sleeping face, the uncontrollable compulsion to lick her foot, and the continuous sound of her giggling voice was too much. He started crying. As silent tears streamed down his face, he kept licking to the sounds of her laughter.


CHAPTER 5


She slept peacefully for at least an hour. When she awoke, she was in a dazed state and wondered what felt so good on her foot. Than it all came back to her. She glanced down at her slave and saw him licking. His tongue was sore from an hour of licking. His mouth was dry and tasted like feet. Her foot was his world! The taste, the smell, the close up view!, they were all he could experience! His eyes were red from crying and his face red from shame. Shalini laughed at his expression and then retracted her now completely refreshed foot. He lay there and stared at her, still unable to move.

She smiled at him and advanced the track, finally relieving his ears of her laughter.

--Its ok now. Go back to sleep. You were a good little fat pig for me. Now go back to sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleeeep.--

Slowly, the man drifted back to sleep and Shalini programmed her final thoughts.

--You will obey the sound of my voice above all else. You will do whatever I say when I call you “fatty”--

She let this loop for the next 5 minutes as she put her shoe back on. Thensh advanced it one lat time.

-- If you understand nod yes -

To her sheer delight, the man nodded. She stood up and took back her headphones. Packing her bag neatly she went back to sleep. When she awoke again, the plain had landed. Everyone was upset. When she asked what had happened she was told that the plane had an unexpected layover and had been grounded due to bad weather. Everyone was preparing to get off the plane. The fat business man in front of her seemed to look at her strangely. He almost seemed to remember some of what happened, but was unsure if it was a bad dream or not.

As she walked into the aisle to de-board, she casually turned to him and said.

“Excuse me sir, can you help me with my bag?”

The man returned to his rude form from before and shook his head no adding “What the hell do I look like, a bell hop?”

Shalini smiled again and said “Fatty, I said get my bag!”

Immediately, and surprising himself, the business man grabbed her things. Shalini smiled from ear to ear! This layover might actually be fun!


To be continued...

[camery]

this is awsome Blaze. You havea real telent. Be kinda cool if she humiated him some more in front of strangers or some other women. 18+ girls tend to have more of a mean streak but so do women in general :)

This story is perfect.

Nice work :)

[got2bflats]

very well written mate, hope you write more stuff for this forum

[spyki]

Everything you write is golden. I get excited every time I see a new story from you.

[John Blaze]

Shalini was wondering how this would all play out. She had read enough books on mental suggestion and the human mind to feel comfortable that she was in control… but for how long? Would it suddenly wear off? She figured “Oh what the heck! When will I ever have this chance again?” Looking at the large business man in the designer suit, she thought of all of the rich, rude men she had met in her life. He was so stereotypically … “that guy”. She knew his type all too well. He was used to being in control, having power, getting what he wanted. He had little compassion for the less fortunate and he was rude to everyone…especially women… because he could be! The more she thought about the way he had treated her and those around her, the more excited she got that she had him in this situation.

As the passengers were preparing to disembark from the plane, the captain made an announcement. “Looks like we are going to be grounded here for at least two hours folks. I think they are keeping the restaurants and bars open, but you better hurry if you want to get a seat.” The frantic crowd started to disembark with more fervor now. Pushing and getting impatient. Shalini decided to not take part in this mess so she sat back down.

“Hey fatty, put my bag down and sit down. We will wait for this mess to be over”

The business man was still very hungry and he looked angrily at her. Still, as he was programmed to do, he sat down and waited patiently. He was so confused as to why he felt compelled to obey her every whim. As the people passed by, Shalini talked to him to confirm her suspicions.

“Fatty, how much money do you make”

“Its none of your business, but..” he was driven to answer “about $350,000.” He finished speaking and looked at her as if to say “I’m way more important than you”.

Just then the stewardess was walking by and asked the two of them, “Are you going to leave? You’re free to wait on the plane but you are probably better off getting something to eat at one of the restaurants.”

The business man looked up at her and snapped, “Why would I wait on this plane with fools like you and your crew who don’t even serve any food! I should complain to your…”

“Shut up fatty!” Shalini interrupted. “Miss, I’m sorry that my friend here has been so rude to you on this trip.”

“You two are friends? ”

“Well,” Shalini smiled, “let’s just say we’ve gotten to know each other much better since then. I want to show you something”

The captain and the other crew members were about to leave the plane. “Are you going to stay on board Cara?”

She glanced toward the doors where her teammates were leaving. “Just for a minute. I’ll see you inside”. They left, leaving the stewardess, Shalini, and the business man alone.

“You see, Cara is it? You see, Cara, this fat pig of a man is a rude ass. And, well, I’ve decided to teach him to be nicer. So, without getting into details, lets just say I’ve convinced him to be REAL nice to me. You see, he will do whatever I say and in fact…” she leaned in as if to tell a secret, “he’s been licking my foot for me this whole trip.” She emphasized the word FOOT and looked mockingly at the business man.

He was confused. Wasn’t that a dream? Wasn’t that a nightmare? How did she know? He couldn’t have… he wouldn’t have…!

“I don’t know what you two crazy bitches are talking about, but this is nonsense! I will not sit here and listen to some third world little brat and some minimum wage stewardess tell me this crap.”

“Then why don’t you just leaver!” shouted the stewardess, sick of his verbal abuse and starting to get angry.

“Because he can’t.” answered Shalini. At that, the business man tried to get up but found himself sitting patiently for Shalini to tell him what to do. “Now, fatty, get on your knees and apologize to this nice lady. Cara looked on skeptically and somewhat surprised as the business man knelt down in front of her and apologized. It was the strangest thing. He was doing it, but all the while he seemed so reluctant and disgusted.

Cara raised an eyebrow and said “Is this some sick fetish or something. Do you like to be submissive? I want no part of…”

“Fatty,” Shalini interrupted. “Answer the woman”

“No. I don’t know why I’m doing this. I don‘t like this at all! In fact, if its true what she said…then I must be insane because I hate feet and I just met her today!” His face looked scared

“Fatty, tell the Cara how you feel about her”

“I think she is an incompetent server who is lucky to have a job”

Cara looked down angrily. Not sure what to make of all this, but somehow certain that he was not acting of his free will.

“So, Cara. What I’m offering you is a chance to make him eat those words.” Shalini looked at Cara as the stewardess seemed to grasp the situation and smiled back. “Had a long shift today?” Shalini asked. Cara nodded. “Been on your feet much?” Cara nodded again. “Fatty, show how sorry you are by giving the nice lady a foot massage!. Cara looked down somewhat amused. Then looked around he empty plane, double checking for bystanders. She then leaned back sitting on the aisle seat arm rest and lifter her dainty leg, curious as to what was to come next. She wore the standard dark navy stockings and a ratty old pair of black flats. The business man reluctantly knelt forward and removed her shoe. He grabbed her foot in both hands and started kneading. Her foot was soaked! The stocking felt like a damp rag wrapped around her foot. He was disgusted and yet he could not stop. He massaged that foot for the next five minutes.

Cara closed her eyes as she enjoyed her free, surprise massage. Shalini asked her “Do you often deal with rude animals like this? Do you often have to grin and bear it?”

Cara looked frustrated. “Yes”

“What do you wish you could tell them?”

“I just wasn’t some respect and common courtesy. I’m not a slave! I work hard for my money!” She looked angrily down at the man massaging her foot. She grew increasingly angry at the pent up frustration she had dealt with over the years. “I work hard!” she said again. “In fact…” she grabbed him by his hair with her right hand and pulled him towards her. The business man started to pull away until Shalini scolded him. ”Fatty, don’t resist her!” With that, he stopped fighting back and allowed his head to be guided by the stewardess.

She slipped her other nyloned foot out of her shoe and pulled his hair guiding his face towards it. His eyes got wide with fear. She planted her sweaty sole on his face with the ball of her foot pressing up against his nose and her toes turning it up wards. “Smell how hard I work!” Pulling his hair and pushing her foot forward, she pushed the nose of her former tormentor deep into the base of her wiggling, sweaty nyloned toes.

Shalini, laughing at the sudden mean streak and controlling nature of the once skeptical stewardess, commanded “Fatty, breathe forcefully through your nose!”

Unable to resist , the business man breathed deeply into the base of the stewardesses toes. Knowingly, willingly, he allowed her to pull his face into her foot and bury his nose in her toes. Shalini was cracking up. Cara just kept repeating “Smell how hard I work fat boy! Smell how hard I work for, what did you call it? Minimum wage!” Her foot forcefully crammed the days funk into his nose. Her sweaty digits slid around his nostrils as he breathed in the horrid smell. To the sounds of Shalini’s laughter and the stewardesses taunts, unable to control his own body, he started to cry. No longer needing any prompting, she was now enjoying herself. “But what about my massage?” With that, still forcefully controlling his head by his hair, she started to use his face to massage her sole. Sliding his head up and down on her foot with enough force to make it ”feel good” she massaged herself with his face. Her wet nyloned foot slid around his face leaving it covered in a thin film of her foot sweat. When she was satisfied, she pushed his face away forcefully with her foot. He crumpled to the floor in a sobbing heap, crying in shame.

Cara looked at Shalini and thanked her profusely - saying that she had no idea how much pent up rage she harbored or how good it would feel to get revenge. She slipped he shoes back on and looked down at the pathetic business man. “And as for you, fat boy! When you get back on this plane you treat me with some damn respect!” Then she placed the sole of her shoe on his face and stepped on him. Pausing at the top of the motion long enough for him to feel her weight crushing his head for a few seconds, she stepped off of him and walked towards the plane door to disembark.

As the stewardess was leaving, a young woman in workers clothes came on board. “I hear there is a broken seat to fix?” The stewardess pointed towards the seat. Upon seeing the man in a heap on the floor crying, she asked “Is everything alright?”

Shalini responded, “Yes. He lost his contact and he was looking for it. Get up fatty! Stop crying, you can get another one later. Grab my bag and lets go!” Immediately, the man got up, grabbed Shalini’s bag and waited for her to walk in front of him. As the two people left the plane the worker heard Shalini command to the business man, “Heel, fatty! Stay right behind me.” The woman shook her head, amazed at how some men let beautiful women talk to them.

The airport terminal, as one might expect was a zoo! People were sitting in every available seat, sleeping on the floor, and filling the bars and restaurants. As he walked behind Shalini, he could still smell the feet of the stewardess. His mouth was still sore, from hours of licking Shalini’s foot. He was miserable. He had to speak up! “Listen you little bitch…” Shalini stopped walking. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing but you’ll never get away with…”

Shalini interrupted. “Oh no, no, no. This will never do! When you wish to speak to me from now on you will say, ‘Excuse me my princess may I please have your attention! And whenever you talk to me you must treat me with the utmost respect. Otherwise, do not address me unless I address you. Got it, fatty!”

The business man immediately shut up. He couldn’t speak. He really didn’t want to say those words. Finally, needing to speak his mind he forced the words out. With a face that looked like a child forcing down medicine he said the magic words. “Excuse me my princess, may I have your attention?”

“Much better! What is it?”

“I am not sure what is going on. What did you do to me and why are you doing it?”

“Well, fatso. You are a rude pig and I am teaching you some manners. Period. In fact, lets go spend some of your money!

With that, she led him around to the designer boutiques in the airport. While others waited for their planes to leave, Shalini shopped with the rich business man’s money. He bought her designer shoes, bags, sweaters, and jewelry. Lastly, she made him by her a comfy pair of plush flipflop/slippers and a cheap mp3 player. Each time he ran his credit card he looked like he was shot with a dart. Yet, he was unable to resist. Finally, as he walked behind her carrying all of her bags like a bellhop following a Hollywood actress, they went to the gate to check on their flight. It was still an hour behind. She made him take the bags to get checked. He needed to pay a special fee for all the new “luggage”, which of course he did. Then, they returned again to the sitting area. There was only one seat available. She walked over to it and sat down comfortably while he stood there and looked dumb. After a few minutes of reading a magazine, she said to him “Fatty, don’t just stand there! Make yourself useful.” Pointing to the floor she added, “Sit here and massage my feet.” While the people around him looked on, he sat at her feet in the packed waiting area and removed her sneakers. He started to massage her bare feet. He had never massaged anyone’s feet in his life, now he had massaged the feet of two different strangers against his conscious will. Even licked one for over an hour! As the minutes passed along in bunches, Shalini read her magazine and let her little toy massage her feet in front of the masses. Eventually, people stopped looking and just went about their business. However, it was a weird sight - this well dressed business man sitting uncomfortably at the feet of this beautiful woman in sweats. People assumed she must have been someone very important. Shalini couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of the fact that this had all started when he refused to give her back her seat! “Look at you now!” she thought.

Then, Shalini spotted an old woman. She slipped her sneakers back on and offered the woman her seat. “Come on fatty” she said as the two of them walked off to a quiet corner. “I’m not going to stand! Fatty, on you knees against the wall.” The business man dropped to his knees against the wall. “Curl up like a ball.” This was not easy for the less than limber fat man, but he drpped his but to his heels and prostrated himself on all fours. Sitting on is back, Shalini leaned against the wall and continued reading her magazine on her knew “bench”. “Are you comfortable fatso?”

“No!” he huffed. Shalini giggled and kept reading. After twenty minutes of this, the business man started to cramp up and get stiff. His arms hurt from holding her weight on his back. Eventually, his arms gave out and he dropped to his elbows. .

“Oh great! A recliner!” Shalini chuckled. She swung around so that she was sitting on his back/butt with her legs bent, following the natural decline of his torso. Then, she reached down and removed her sneakers. She grabbed his hair, lifted his head, and put her two shoes under his face. Placing her now bare feet on the back of his head, she forced his head face first down into her shoes. So, for the next twenty minutes, she relaxed on his body like a recliner and rested her feet on his balding head. Both of her feet pressed his face firmly into her right shoe. He felt her sweaty feet playing with his hair and relaxing on his head while he was forced to breath in the aroma of her sneaker. In this uncomfortable position, he sat for the next twenty minutes. Breathing deeply though her sneaker. Miserable… while she relaxed… ON HIM. Although, they were mostly out of sight, occasionally someone would walk by and stop to do a double take

Finally there was an announcement. “Boarding call for flight 879 to Wisconsin. All aboard!” Shalini calmly sat up on his back.

“Fatty, how bad would it be if you missed this flight?”

“He picked his head up out of her sneaker and said “I cannot miss this flight! I have a crucial meeting in the morning! I will lose thousands of dollars in business… possible\y millions for my company! Maybe even get fired!”

“Then beg me to let you catch the flight! Lick my toes!” She stuck her foot in his face and wiggled her toes! More shame was thrust upon him. He let his tongue run under all five of her toes slowly. This time he was awake! This time he knew what he was doing! Shalini laughed at him and he felt a new low of degradation, even with all that he had been through.

For the next few minutes he licked her toes. She wiggled them around an played with his lips. Just then the boarding call sounded again! Panicking now, he licked with more fervor.

Then he stopped licking. “Excuse me my princes, may I have your attention?”

“What is it fatty?”

“I really have to go to the men’s room!”

“How badly?”

“Very badly!”

Shalini reached in her bag, the one bag she had not forced him to re-check at a price. She pulled out the fluffy slippers she had bought with his money and put them on. Laughing she said, “Ok. Count to 10,000 using 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, and then you can get up and go to the bathroom and catch the plane!”

“Final boarding call for flight 879 to Wisconsin! Everyone needs to board now!”

Tears welled up in his eyes! “I’ll never make it!”

“Then you better start counting!” Shalini laughed. With that she placed a slippered foot on his head and forced his face back down into her sneaker. “When you are done counting I will release you from my control. The second you finish counting, you are free Fatty!”

Breathing into her shoe from his prone position, sore and cramping from being her chair, she heard him start mumbling into her sneaker.

Shalini started cracking up. “That’s why I made you buy me these slippers fatso! So I could leave you my old sneakers as a present to remember me by! I know you love the smell of my feet!” Then she went into her bag again and pulled out the very cheap MP3 player and cheap headset she had him buy. She wasn’t going to leave her phone or her great headset! But she quickly transferred her sound file and then put the mp3 player on the ground by his head. She pressed play and put the headset on him. It was her “laugh track” the sound of her giggling voice that she had recorded on the plane. He was forced to kneel there with his face in her shoe and listen to her laughter loop in his ears.

The business man knelt there, talking into her shoe, unable to move as Shalini walked off laughing. Turning around, she saw his big, fat butt just sitting there like a drum. She couldn’t resist. She turned around and wound up, delivering a hard swift kick to his backside. He almost lost control and fell, but did not. The final insult as she walked away.

Shalini boarded the plane and immediately fell asleep. This day had been lke a dream come true, the chance to put a rude bum in his place! She had surprised herself with how far she was capable of taking it, had also discovered a new strength within herself.

As the plane took off, Shalini slept comfortable\y. Meanwhile, still kneeling with his face in her shoe… her “present”, the business man was only up to about 1,500 when the plane took off. He was only at about 3,000 when he finally lost the war with his bladder. Having missed his plane, having been humiliated and forced to willingly stoop to new lows, he now continued to kneel with his face in her shoe and wet himself. The warm fluid spread through his expensive suit pants as he listened to her laughing at him. Even as she flew away never to see him again… he endured her laughter. He took a deep breath in frustration, and by default inhaled her foot funk again… and then kept counting in shame.

THE END!

[camery]

awsome!!!!

Didn;t want the story to end. Be cool if she found out where he worked and shared his weakness with a office lady or a associate he was meeting. There are so many ways you could go with this. :)

Thanks again for a awsome story.

[camery]

It would be awsome if you revisited and extended it sometime.

[Billy Butler]

Absolutely awesome story! I loved the fact that Shalini had a middle-eastern look to her like you described. I also loved the fashion in which she humiliated him. The foot smelling parts were great....thanks a lot

[stivalo]

great great great!!!

[calisto12]

great story.Beautiful