Cassandra's Foot Slave - part one "The Comment"

[maddog4056]

This is something I just started working on. I don't have much experience writing, so if you have any suggestions, questions or comments, please give them. I will add part two sometime next week…

Cassandra’s Foot Slave - part one, The Comment

“Oh my god!!? You actually LOVE my FEET?” was what Linda questioned in shock. Tony had just confessed to his girlfriend that he had a foot fetish, and that he loved his girlfriends feet. He had told her about his desire to massage her feet when she gets home from work, and about how he wanted to suck her toes and lick the soles. “That’s gross! How could anyone find FEET attractive? There so smelly and nasty…” Linda continued,”…and you view them sexually? I’m sorry but you will never get your hands on my feet.”
Tony was crushed after that, and Linda just couldn’t get over it. During the final weeks of there relationship, Linda and Tony hosted a New Years Eve party at there apartment. All of Linda’s friends were there, and around 11:30pm Linda gossiped with her girlfriends about the fact that her boyfriend loves feet. One of her friends agreed that a foot fetish is disturbing, and that she wouldn’t date anyone with one. Nearly all of the girls seemed to agree, and told Linda to dump his gross ass. But another girl, Cassandra, seemed intrigued. Cassandra told the group that they should have an open mind about these things because who knows, there may be advantages to having a boyfriend that rubs feet. The group disagreed with Cassandra’s point of view, and Linda did too. She now planned on braking up with Tony, and let her friends know about it.
That night, shortly after the group split up to find there boyfriends, Cassandra, who was single, went to find Tony. She found him shortly before midnight, around 11:52pm. Tony and Cassandra had met before, so there was no shock to witness the two of them talking together. Tony was alone on the couch, and Linda was nowhere to be seen. Cassandra approached Tony and sat down right next to him, and she ran her hand through his hair. She said to him in her sexy voice, “If I were your girlfriend, I would make sure my feet were stinky and sweaty, everyday. And I would let you sniff between my feet…” Tony smiled, somewhat surprised at what she said. “I’d like that…” he said. Cassandra, still running her hand through his hair, said “Yeah! Well maybe I’ll start stinking my feet up for you right now…” “Wow, you ARE a dirty girl…” Tony teased. Cassandra saw Linda approaching, and with a sad look told Tony, “It looks like our conversation is going to have to be cut short, your girlfriend is coming, but give me a call sometime baby, and we can have some fun…” Cassandra was off the couch and out of sight by the time Linda sat down with her punch and her cheese and crackers.
When the party was over, Linda told Tony that she was breaking up with him. With nothing to do but except it, Linda went to bed and left Tony to sleep on the couch. About a week later, Tony called Cassandra and asked her out on a date. Cassandra accepted and Tony planed a bowling date for them, with the idea in mind of changing her shoes for her. He knew that would be a good way to test and see if Cassandra was serious about letting smell her feet, or if she was just bullshitting him.

Part two coming soon…

[macrina]

Not a bad start, please go on. Thank you.

[Billy Butler]

I def like where this story is going, hope you continue it...thanks for sharing

[maddog4056]

Cassandra’s Foot Slave - part two - The First Date

“I’m surprised that it took you a week to call me, Tony. You may regret it before the night is over…”
That was the first thing Cassandra said to Tony when he picked her up for there date. At the time Tony didn’t think much of that statement, and the two of them carried on a casual conversation until they arrived at the bowling ally. When they got there, Tony opened the car door for Cassandra and upon arriving at the bowling ally’s front door Tony opened that door for her, too. He wanted to appear to be a gentleman from the get-go, but to Cassandra this only further proved to her that Tony was a bitch. At the front desk Tony paid for them to play two games, and for two shoe rentals.
After they found there lane, Cassandra sat down and started to untie her shoes. Tony quickly offered to change her shoes for her. Cassandra said no, it’s okay she can do it, but Tony insisted. At that point Cassandra sat back and watched as Tony got down on his knees in front of her and begin to untie her shoes. First her untied her right shoe, then delicately pulled it off her foot. While doing so he snuck a feel, placing the palm of his hand on the sole of her foot. He noticed her sock felt a little wet, and that a fairly strong smell was coming from her foot. Next he untied and took off Cassandra’s left shoe. To do so, Tony pulled her foot slightly upwards towards him and slid the shoe off from her foot. Cassandra took this opportunity to fully extend her leg and raise her foot up to Tony’s face. She held her foot an inch away from Tony’s nose, and he nearly feel backwards the smell was so bad. Cassandra laughed and teased, “What’s the matter Tony, are my feet too smelly for you?” Tony then made a comment about them being a little stinky, and Cassandra replies, “Well what do you expect?!! I told you that I’d be stinking up my feet for you, and I haven’t washed my feet or changed my socks in a week. Now hurry up and put my bowling shoes on, I’m ready to bowl.” Tony sat up and grabbed the right shoe, and as he put it on her, her left foot was still extended. As Tony tied the shoe, Cassandra firmly pushed her wet socked foot against Tony’s face. Although Tony prefers a clean foot to a dirty one, his curiosity took over. Wanting to see what a foot smelled like after a week of neglect, he finished tying her shoe on her right foot and turned his head until his nose was snuggly placed between the toes of her left foot. He inhaled deeply, making Cassandra extremely satisfied. After that she let him put on her left shoe with no problem.

Tony won the first game with the score of 162 to 128. At the spur of the moment, Tony asked Cassandra if she would like to make a bet on the next game. Cassandra said sure, and upon Cassandra agreeing to have a fresh pair of socks on for there next date if he won, Tony agreed to sleep with Cassandra’s dirty socks taped around his face for a week if she won. Let me tell you, Tony did NOT want to loose. Her socks were foul, wet and very strong smelling. He feared that he wouldn’t be able to sleep like that. But he was confident that he was a better bowler than her, and he had plans for them to go hiking next week. The hiking would provide enough of a smell, thus he wanted her feet to be as fresh as possible. Meanwhile Cassandra was thinking that either way this would be a good bet for her. She didn’t like wearing dirty socks every day, so if she lost she would feel fine with it. But if she won, wow was she going to torture him big time. Plus, she had confidence that Tony was, in fact, a bitch, and could be thrown off his game. Thus, with the right taunts he would surly choke.

Entering the last frame Tony was rattled. Because of a few missed spares by Tony, and a few lucky strikes from Cassandra, the score was Cassandra 148, Tony 154. Cassandra was up. Tony couldn’t watch. Cassandra picked up 9 and followed it up with a spare, then a 6 pin pickup. With both of them missing there spare pick ups in the ninth frame, the score was now Cassandra 164, Tony 154. Tony was nervous, and Cassandra continued her taunts at him while he rolled his first ball, she said “You know your going to be my dirty sock sniffer…” Tony rolled an 8, leaving two pins in the right corner of the lane. A shot Tony can make with Consistency, he felt his tension slowly leaving his body. He picked up the bowling ball, and lined up for the shot. Cassandra started, “Your going to miss this…” Then as Tony started his approach, she simply stated, “… because you’re a bitch.” The taunt took Tony off guard. He had never been called a bitch before, and he felt his knees go weak. He nearly feel down as he released the ball, and as the ball rolled down the lane Tony felt deep down in his heart that she must be right. When the ball hit the back wall without touching any pins, Cassandra started laughing. Tony fell to his knees, holding his head in his hands unable to believe that he blew that shot. The final score was Cassandra 164, Tony 162. Cassandra commanded Tony to get up and Tony looked back at her. He stood up and walked over to her. She took him by the hand and they walked back to the chairs together. Cassandra faced Tony, put her hands on his shoulders and pushed down. Tony went down to his knees in front of her. Cassandra smiled and sat down. She extended her right foot out and Tony, defeated and sad, took Cassandra’s shoe off for her and then did the same for her left foot. As Tony was putting Cassandra’s own shoes back on, she said to him, “You really are a bitch. A foot crazed loser bitch, and by the time I’m done torturing you with my filthy socks, your going to be MY bitch. My foot bitch. Now, finish tying my shoes, then give each shoe a little kiss…” Tony did so and Cassandra felt very powerful.

Tony felt more pathetic than Cassandra felt powerful, thus letting her take control for the evening. Upon her request he quickly changed his own shoes and they left the bowling alley. Once again, Tony opened the door for her as they left the alley, and he opened her car door for her as well. Only this time he wasn’t doing it as a gentleman, but as a bitch.
Part Three Coming Soon.

[macrina]

Great work maddog. Thank you.

[maddog4056]

Cassandra’s Foot Slave part three - The Socks

Tony pulled into the driveway at Cassandra’s house. Instead of driving home as he had planned, Tony got out of the car and followed Cassandra to her front door. You see, because of the bet, Cassandra had told Tony to stay the night at her house, so she can begin his week long humiliation of sleeping with her socks taped around his head. Cassandra unlocked the door, took a step back and looked at Tony. Tony knew to step up and open the door for the fine looking lady. Once inside the house Cassandra set her bag down and asked Tony to take off her coat. Then she walked into the living room and took a seat on the couch. Normally Tony would be exited to be in a woman’s home. That would mean that he was probably going to get laid, but there was no chance of that tonight and he knew it. So when Cassandra called him over to sit down on the couch next to her, he reluctantly did so.

The two of them sat there watching television without talking for about fifteen minutes when Cassandra decided that she would like Tony to take her shoes off. Tony had to get down on his knees again in front of her and as he took her shoes off her focus was mainly on the television. Once her shoes were off Tony decided to get up. He got to one knee when Cassandra stopped him. “Hey bitch! Before I take my socks off I think it would be fun to rub my feet on your face, so just stay down there. Sit down on your ass and lead back against the coffee table. All you have to do is stay still and be quite.” Tony was at a crossroads. On one hand, he had lost the bet and had an obligation to Cassandra to get humiliated. He also loved feet. So for those reasons he wanted to comply to her orders. But he did not like the humiliation factor so much, and though he knew he was a bitch, he wanted to be one on his terms - not hers. He wanted to have control. Plus her feet were very extremely stinky… This was on his mind. As Tony thought this through he stayed on one knee and after about five seconds he looked up at Cassandra. She gave him a look like ’bitch get busy’, and Tony sat his ass down on the floor.

Cassandra was quick to extend her legs and rest both feet on his face. She rubbed her feet hard against his face and scrunched her toes against his cheeks. She began to giggle, then she said, “Go ahead and smell my feet. Don’t be shy…” Cassandra put her toes over his nose and then squeezed his nose in-between her toes. She said, “Come on. I want to hear you inhale…” Tony gave her a tiny inhaling sound. Cassandra yelled loader, and Tony deeply inhaled a few times, which made Cassandra laugh and feel very happy. She continued to rub her feet on him, up and down the sides of his face. After getting a few more good inhales from Tony she stopped the rubbing and rested her feet on his face in one spot as she returned her focus on the television. Every few minutes she would look down at Tony and giggle.

After Cassandra’s show was over she stood up and told Tony to stay right there. Then she disappeared for a while. There were no clocks visible in Tony’s line of vision, but he assumed that it had just turned eleven o’clock, because he could hear the sound of the local news show starting up behind him on the television. He was glad to have her feet out of his face for a while. But before the news station got to it’s top story Cassandra was back, and she had a glass of wine in her hand. She sat back down and without a word put her socked feet right back on Tony’s face. Cassandra loved it. During the first commercial break Cassandra looked down at Tony, and couldn’t help but think about just how pathetic he looked, and decided to tell him about it. First she moved her feet so that she could see his eyes. Her right foot still rested on the right side of his face, while she brought her left foot down and positioned it so her toes were back over his nose and the sole of her foot covered his mouth. She asked him, “Did you mom ever tell you how pathetic you looked when you were young?” All of Tony’s answer was turned into an in auditable mumble under Cassandra’s left foot. She teased him by asking, “Is that a yes?” More mumbling was heard from Tony. Cassandra said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you”, and she laughed a little bit. Finally she told Tony, “Well let’s make your mommy proud. I’m sure she would like to see you like this, eh? ………… fucking pathetic.”

The Commercial break ended and Cassandra focused her attention back onto the television again. By now, Tony was starting to actually feel pathetic. He was also getting familiar with her foot stink, which was as bad as it could be. After about five minutes, Tony began to try and please Cassandra. He deeply inhaled over and over again for minutes at a time. He thought that this could make it easier for him, that he could get used to it, but it didn’t help much. By the second Commercial break Cassandra had had a good enough laugh out of having him smell her feet, and she needed to make a change. “It seems like your beginning to like the smell of my socks. But I think we have all night for you to smell those… so how about you smell my bare feet, huh? Would you like that? Does my bitch want to take my socks off? How about you take my socks off…” Cassandra didn’t wait for him to answer. She simply lifted her feet off from his face and held her feet up, and Tony took her socks off. After putting her socks down on the floor next to him Cassandra returned her feet back onto his face. She had him smell her bare feet as the news continued on with the sports and weather report.

By now Cassandra could tell that Tony was having trouble handling the smell of her feet, and rightly so. She could barely handle it herself. When the sporting news wrapped up and they went into there final commercial break, Cassandra decided to see if she could get him to lick her feet. She looked down at him and asked, “Do you like that?” Tony mumbled something, and Cassandra continued, “Yeah? Well I hope so because I feel like my toes are pretty dirty there. You might have to clean them up a bit with your, your tongue or something. I don’t know…” Well Tony couldn’t resist a chance for a foot licking, no matter how smelly the feet are. He didn’t get any feet with his past girlfriend and so he stuck his tongue out and pressed his tongue against the arch of her left foot. This made Cassandra very pleased and amused. “Lick my feet. Yeah, that feels good.” Tony closed his eyes and licked her feet up and down the soles, feeling the groves of her skin on his tongue. This he was enjoying. Cassandra says, “do you still remember my smell? I want you to remember my smell so please smell my feet hard as you lick. I want you to breathe deep and I want to hear you. I want to hear the hhhhhhhmmmmmpppp sound of you sniffing.” Tony breathed in the smell from under her toes. Cassandra continued, “You now my feet look really cute, right? I think you will remember the soles, you’ve licked those pretty good. Now open your mouth, It’s time to get the toes.” Tony was having too good of a time licking the soles of her foot to think about how nasty her toes really were. So he opened his mouth and Cassandra tells him to, “Lick the toes. Lick between every one of my toes, getting out the stinkiest sweat.” Tony stuck his tongue out and licked in-between the big toe and her middle toe, forgetting that there was a weeks worth of toe jam in there. In one scoop he took a big ball of toe jam into his mouth and nearly threw up. Cassandra noticed this and laughed at Tony the hardest she had yet. Quickly she composed herself and told him, “Don’t you dare spit my toe jam out. You should always swallow my toe jam. It’s very nutritious for a foot man like you!”, and after she watched Tony actually swallow her toe jam, she began to cry from laughing too hard. Tony at this point would do anything she said, because in his mind he though she could not be any worse to him, and at this point what he was doing isn’t that bad.

When the news came back on Cassandra told Tony to finish eating all of her toe jam so that she can go to bed. Five minutes later Cassandra had watched both the end of the news and Tony choke down nine more helpings of toe jam. Extremely pleased with the situation, she turned the television off and had Tony lick her soles and suck her toes one more time to make sure that he got it all, then stood up ready for bed. She had Tony pick up her dirty socks and follow her to her room. When they got there she had Tony put her socks on her bed, then get down on his knees where she would be able to reach him. Then she got her bondage tape out from the closet (you know, the tape that sticks to it’s self and not to you) and turned toward Tony. She decided to tape both socks evenly over his nose, so that the soles of both socks were covering his nose and the rest of the socks covering up his mouth and eyes. She taped them on there good and fairly tight, and used enough to make sure that they wouldn’t fall off from his face during the night. Finished, she took a step back and had a laugh at the sight of Tony in front of her. She decided to have Tony sleep on the couch that night, and because she is a sweetheart deep down, she walked him there (for he couldn’t see very good.). She even gave him a blanket to cover up with and asked him if he could breathe alright. Satisfied that he wasn’t going to suffocate or anything, she went off to bed.

Part Four coming soon.

[macrina]

Thank you great story. Hope there is a cuckolding part. Mistress Macrina.

[maddog4056]

Here is what I have wrote so far. I do not like it that much, and i might change it later. But I thought I might as well put it out there. Anyone have a better suggestion please share and I may use it instead of this... I still might put in a cuckolding part, but that would come later on in the story. Anyway, here it is...

Cassandra’s Foot Slave - part four - The Next Day

Saturday morning Cassandra woke up and went to the bathroom. Then she walked into the living room to see that Tony was still laying on his back, asleep on the Couch with her socks taped to his head. After a giggle she went back into her room and got fully dressed, all except for her socks. Then she went back out to the living room ready to wake up Tony and get the socks off from his head. She said his name, and he didn’t wake up. Then she clapped her hands right next to his head, and that didn’t do it, either. So she decided to pull her coffee table up close to the couch, where she stood on top of it. She bent her knees and jumped from the coffee table onto his chest and stomach, which brought out a load hhhhhmmmmm sound from Tony. He woke up gasping for air, only to inhale the smell of dirty, stinky socks. Cassandra jumped up and down a few times on his stomach, then jumped down and landed her ass down hard on his chest. Tony couldn’t breathe. This amused Cassandra, and she sat there and waited until had caught his breath, breathing through her socks. Then she picked up the scissors and cut the tape, taking the socks off from his face.

“I decided that I’m going to keep wearing these socks until after your ten days are up. That way, the odor will be a little worse for you every night. You’ll have my fresh foot sweat mixed in with the old, making an atomic stink bomb in my socks that you will have exploding into your nose for the next nine nights… it’s going to be so much fun!!” Cassandra was really exited about her pathetic foot man. As she put her socks and shoes back on, she casually told him, “I’m only going to make this worse for you Tony, not easier. By the time I’m done with you, you wont be able to leave. In ten days time, you wont just be someone who has lost a bet, you will be my slave. I promise you this. You might not think so, but you’ll find out that a foot fetish is like a seed. And when that seed is planted, and watered, and allowed to grow it will blossom into a foot addiction, and a foot junkie can not be cured - nor wants to be. And the only future that’s left for the junkie is as a tied down foot slave for a woman like me. Now I’m no dominatrix, but I do feel that as a woman I have an obligation to use your foot fetish to my advantage. If I didn’t exploit you and allowed you to do as you wish you would only turn off woman after woman after they wasted there precious time on you, by telling them about your fetish, just like you did with my friend Linda. I can not allow that to happen. So, you just try and resist. It wont matter. We both know what the outcome will be for a bitch like you.” Cassandra paused as she tied her shoes and Tony, after listening to her and understanding what she said, was unable to agree with it. In his mind if he could make it through his lost bet alive he was as good as free. As Tony was about to speak Cassandra, now finished tying up her shoes, stood up and said, “ Now get up. I have planned some things for us to do today. Follow me.” Then she turned and started walking. Tony just shrugged his shoulders and did what he was told like the bitch he was. Since he still had his clothes on from the night before, he was able to follow Cassandra right out the front door.

The two of them started walking to there destination, as Cassandra preferred. She wanted to do as much walking and running in those socks as possible. First they went to the mall, which was about a two mile walk. Once there, Tony bought a home movie camera for Cassandra. A present that Cassandra ordered Tony to buy. They left there and walked another mile, to an inner city park. With the new camera, Cassandra sat down on a bench long-ways, with her feet hanging off from the end. She had Tony get down on his knees and take off her shoes, then, on camera, gave Tony an interview as he massaged her dirty socked feet. First she asked him to say his full name for her audience. Tony didn’t flinch, and said, “Tony David Powers…” Next she asked him what he was doing. Tony responded by saying, “I’m massaging the feet of Cassandra, my beautiful bet winner.” That made her giggle. Then she asked him, “…and what exactly does that make you?” Tony knew what she wanted to hear, and replied, “The loser.”

“That’s right!”, Cassandra stated cheerfully. Then she continued by saying, “Tell me, why are you massaging my feet? My feet which have dirty and extremely smelly 8 days worn socks covering them? Hhhhmmmmm?” Tony said, ”Because I lost a bet…” Cassandra quickly corrected him, “No, that’s not why. Your massaging my feet because you are a bitch and you are a foot addicted freak. Right?” Tony looked up at her through the camera and said, “No. I am not a bitch, I am only doing this because I lost a…” Before he could say bet, Cassandra interrupted him and raised her voice a little, saying “…bet? No, that’s not why. It’s because you’re a bitch. Only bitches give foot rubs to stinky feet like these. You got dumped by your girlfriend because you’re a bitch and now your giving a women your not even dating a foot rub in public, on camera, to fulfill your most basic need in life. The very need that split up your last relationship. The need to suck toes and lick sweat off from my feet and smell my feet and my socks, then tell me how stinky they are. Isn’t that right?” Tony looked angry and didn’t say anything, which made Cassandra a little irritated and she yelled, “Right?!!” Tony decided to keep quite and play along. He told her she was right and then she said, “Good. Now press your nose against my toes and give them a big sniff. Then, tell me how much you like it.” Tony not only put his nose to her toes, he pressed it against the sock of her left foot and wiggled it until his nose was deeply between her toes. Cassandra laughed as she zoomed in for a close up. Tony closed his eyes and sniffed her foot loudly, then he did it again. After another four times he opened his eyes and looked up at Cassandra. Smiling into the camera he gave what was a truly sincere answer. “I love that smell…” Cassandra was a little shocked. She didn’t expect to get something as good as this on tape. She half expected him to protest and give sarcastic answers, but instead he gave her some very telling material. She decided to see just how much further she could get him to go on camera, by saying, “Now the other one…” Tony pressed his nose between the toes of her right foot and gave her a great encore performance.

After that Cassandra said, “Well it looks like I’m not going to have to give you a full interview like I planned. You are pretty much showing the world how much of a bitch you really are on your own. So now, take off my socks and worship my feet.” Tony took her socks off and gave her toes the best sucking they have ever had, then licked the soles and the heels. This went on for 20 minutes. The whole time Tony looked like he was in heaven. Anyone watching the tape could easily tell that he was a foot bitch. And when Cassandra told him that was enough, and to blow her feet dry so she could put her socks and shoes back on, Tony said without being prompted that, “Your feet are just so perfect. I do love them. I want to be your foot slave. Your feet are just so perfect… the toes are evenly proportioned and you have a nice high arch…” Cassandra was a little disappointed in hearing this, because she wanted to torment him against his will some more, but she was getting the results that she wanted, so that made her happy. I guess that there is something about cameras that bring out the reality in situations. No one was playing a game anymore. This was true foot worship, and Cassandra knew that Tony meant everything he said.

Once her feet were dry and Cassandra had her shoes and socks back on they left the park. They walked back to Cassandra’s house and they both took a seat on Cassandra’s couch. But no one turned the television on. Instead, Cassandra turned toward Tony and said, “We have to talk……………………………….................................. ...........”

Part Five coming soon.









Cassandra’s Foot Slave - Part Five - The Talk

Cassandra said to Tony, “Today I expected to get some blackmail material on you. Material that I could use to force you to do things for me after your ten days were up. Little things like my yard work, my dishes, my laundry, and an occasional foot massage. I thought that I could have you as a slave, but on a more friendly and casual level. Where you could live on your own, and apart from doing my bitch work, you would do as you wish. But after what I saw today, I don’t think that that is the case. Today you showed me just how much of a foot addict you truly are. Because of that, I have decided that from now on, you are my real life slave. I own your ass. You are a bitch and I’m taking you in as owned property.” Tony only sat there and listened. He was still somewhat in foot mode. Cassandra continued, “Before today, I never understood how someone could own another person. I am not into the whole S & M scene. I don’t get enjoyment out of beating men. I don’t like the clothes or the snobby attitudes that those women wear, either. But now I see why and how they can do it… own another person. It’s because that person is out of control and needs someone to put them in there place. In your case your foot fetish is out of control, and your place is now and will always be at my feet.”

Tony, still feeling the adrenalin from getting to lick her feet at the park, sat there quite and nodded his head. Cassandra sat there staring at him. Tony looked away from her in deep thought. About thirty seconds later he looked back at her, jumped up off the couch, then dropped to his knees in from of her. He said, “You know, I think you make a lot of sense. I like you and I love your feet, and I think I could get a lot of enjoyment out from serving you.” Cassandra nodded and said, “Then take off my shoes, bitch.” Tony smiled and took her shoes off. Next, Cassandra said, “Now get down on all fours so I can use you as a foot stool.” Tony got in place and Cassandra quickly put her filthy socked feet in the middle of his back. She turned on the TV and smiled as she thought about her new life.

[macrina]

Great parts, please more of this. Its great work. Thank you so much.

[londonraptor]

Awesome, loving it! Thank you!

[Billy Butler]

I really like this story. Cassandra's character is great! I hope she continues to put him deeper into slavery

[maddog4056]

I did not find part four or five to my satisfactory, and I have removed it from the story. I like the idea of a interview on camera, but it led him down the slave road too fast, and i regret posting it. So, please consider it to be a deleted scene.

[maddog4056]

Cassandra’s Foot Slave - part four - The Next Day

Saturday morning Cassandra woke up and went to the bathroom. Then she walked into the living room to see that Tony was still laying on his back, asleep on the Couch with her socks taped to his head. After a giggle she went back into her room and got fully dressed, all except for her socks. Then she went back out to the living room ready to wake up Tony and get the socks off from his head. She said his name, and he didn’t wake up. Then she clapped her hands right next to his head, and that didn’t do it, either. So she decided to pull her coffee table up close to the couch, where she stood on top of it. She bent her knees and jumped from the coffee table onto his chest and stomach, which brought out a load hhhhhmmmmm sound from Tony. He woke up gasping for air, only to inhale the smell of dirty, stinky socks. Cassandra jumped up and down a few times on his stomach, then jumped down and landed her ass down hard on his chest. Tony couldn’t breathe. This amused Cassandra, and she sat there and waited until had caught his breath, breathing through her socks. Then she picked up the scissors and cut the tape, taking the socks off from his face.

“I decided that I’m going to keep wearing these socks until after your ten days are up. That way, the odor will be a little worse for you every night. You’ll have my fresh foot sweat mixed in with the old, making an atomic stink bomb in my socks that you will have exploding into your nose for the next nine nights… it’s going to be so much fun!!” Cassandra was really exited about her pathetic foot man. As she put her socks and shoes back on, she casually told him, “I’m only going to make this worse for you Tony, not easier. By the time I’m done with you, you wont be able to leave. In ten days time, you wont just be someone who has lost a bet, you will be my slave. I promise you this. You might not think so, but you’ll find out that a foot fetish is like a seed. And when that seed is planted, and watered, and allowed to grow it will blossom into a foot addiction, and a foot junkie can not be cured - nor wants to be. And the only future that’s left for the junkie is as a tied down foot slave for a woman like me. Now I’m no dominatrix, but I do feel that as a woman I have an obligation to use your foot fetish to my advantage. If I didn’t exploit you and allowed you to do as you wish you would only turn off woman after woman after they wasted there precious time on you, by telling them about your fetish, just like you did with my friend Linda. I can not allow that to happen. So, you just try and resist. It wont matter. We both know what the outcome will be for a bitch like you.” Cassandra paused as she tied her shoes and Tony, after listening to her and understanding what she said, was unable to agree with it. In his mind if he could make it through his lost bet alive he was as good as free. As Tony was about to speak Cassandra, now finished tying up her shoes, stood up and said, “ Now get up. I have planned some things for us to do today. Follow me.” Then she turned and started walking. Tony just shrugged his shoulders and did what he was told like the bitch he was. Since he still had his clothes on from the night before, he was able to follow Cassandra right out the front door.

Apart from the morning speech, the rest of the day went along fairly normal. Tony took Cassandra out to breakfast at Denny’s, and they both ordered there food and talked together like they normally would. In the afternoon, Cassandra had Tony take her to the park, where they played a game of basketball and never mentioned the bet. Finally that night, they went and saw a movie together - Pulp Fiction. Tony was happy to see how everything seemed normal. He was beginning to allow himself to think that there relationship was one of equalness and give and take. But he was soon to fine out otherwise…

They were sitting together in the middle of the crowded movie theater. The movie was about half way through when out of nowhere they were shown a scene that exposed an actresses feet (thank you, Quentin Tarantino!) and it reminded Cassandra about there bet. She immediately turned to Tony and told him, “I want my feet massaged right now…” Tony, surprised and stubborn, whispered to her, “No. I don’t think so. Not in this crowded movie theater, every one will see us.” Cassandra said, “I don’t care. I still want a foot massage, Tony.” Tony just shook his head and turned his focus back toward the movie. Cassandra angrily said, “Alright, fine. Be a baby. But one day you will give me a foot massage in this movie theater. You’ll get down on your knees in front of me and beg to touch my feet!” Tony went “Tch”, and Cassandra responded, “Don’t doubt it. That day WILL come, sooner than later…”

The two of them remand in that theater until the movie was over. But while Tony was watching Uma Thurman do her thing, Cassandra was plotting her revenge. She didn’t like the fact that Tony was still resisting her, so she came up with a plan in which she would put Tony into a situation where he wouldn’t be able to resist her, whether he wanted to or not. So Upon Cassandra’s request, after the movie was over they went back to her place. But not before making a trip to the party store on the way home. She wanted to make sure they had plenty to drink. Once they got back, the two of them sat in the living room and drank wine together. After only a couple of minutes Tony passed out from the drug Cassandra slipped into his drink. When he awoke he was tied up and laying on the floor on his back. He tried to move, but he couldn’t. Cassandra had wrapped his arms and legs up tight with the bondage tape, and had him positioned on the living room floor so that his body was underneath the coffee table that she was sitting on; with only his head sticking out. With her hands on her hips and her fully clothed feet resting on the floor on either side of his head, she looked down at Tony. She said, “Did you really think I was gonna let you stop? You don’t have a choice. This is what I say and what I want. It doesn’t matter what you say, your gonna do what I want.” Tony, trying to figure out what was going on, rapidly looked up at Cassandra’s face, then down at his bondaged up body, then back up again. Cassandra smiled down at him and said, “Ohh what’s the matter? You just discovering that your all tied up and you cant go anywhere? Well, you’re a bitch. You’re my fucking foot slave and your gonna do what I say and when I want. You don’t have a choice, and just to show you, I arranged this. So to put you back in your place, your going to smell and kiss and lick my stinky socks until you’ve learned your lesson… you fucking foot bitch!”

Tony watched as Cassandra took off her shoes, and he did so without giving her any further resistance. She lowered her dirty white socked feet down onto his head, and Tony could feel the warm wetness of her foot sweat on his face. Cassandra said, “I’m gonna bury that nose under my stinky socks.” She rotated her feet in a way that allowed the toes on her left foot to scrap and push against the top of his nose, followed by the toes of her right foot. As her feet alternated positions on his face Tony could hear her say, “I know your going to be forced to smell them now. Holding it? You can try to hold your breath now, you pathetic foot slut, but it’s just a matter of time before you break and you breath in all that stink. I’m gonna fill your nostrils and your going to realize that your just trash. That this can happen to you any time, even if you don’t want it. Your just a fucking bitch… a whore that I use.”

After what seemed like forever for Tony, Cassandra finally pulled her feet off from his head. But only in order to take her socks off and place her now bare feet into his abused face. Today her feet smelled worse than her socks. It was like the two were gaining strength from each other. Cassandra held both of her feet above Tony’s mouth and told him, “You know, your just too pathetic, and too easy to torment.” Then, she moved them a bit forward and said, “Come on, suck the sweat off of my heels.” Tony gave in and put his mouth over one of her heels and began to suck. As Cassandra watched him she said, “God your disgusting… just like a slave should be. I can humiliate you and use you any way I want.”

Next, Cassandra moved her feet down Tony’s face toward his chin and ordered him to, “Lick in-between the toes…” She spread her toes wide and Tony stuck out his tongue, tasting the stinkiest sweat. Cassandra enjoyed this the most. She giggled to herself and said, “I bet you wish you could run…”

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Cassandra’s Foot Slave - part five - Back From The Mall

After the wonderful foot worship Cassandra received that night, she once again taped her now eight days worn old dirty stinky socks over Tony’s nose. She left him laying on the floor all night like that, and when she awoke the next day she didn’t hurry to remove the socks or the bondage tape from Tony’s body. Instead she made herself a fresh pot of coffee and watched television in the living room, forcing Tony to lay there on the floor a little while longer. Finally, after growing tired of TV she changed out of her pajamas and into her casual clothes (a pair of tight blue jeans and a pink shirt), then freed Tony from the bondage tape. He stood up and felt the pain in his back from laying on the floor for the past twelve hours. Tony ran to the bathroom to piss and while he was there Cassandra put back on those smelly, slightly crusty, dirty socks. When Tony got back Cassandra told him to take a seat on the couch. She put her shoes on and stood up in front of him. She pointed her finger at while talking to him. “Listen Tony, I hope you learned a lesson last night, so I wont ever have to do that to you again. I want you to do what I say when I say it, and without any trouble. I am going out to do some shopping, and when I’m gone I want you to clean yourself up. Shower, shave, brush your teeth - all of that stuff. Your whiskers don’t feel good on the bottom of my feet. Then, after that, I want you to clean my house up a little bit. Take out the trash, vacuum and wash the dishes. After that you can make yourself something to eat, sit down and relax in front of the TV until I get back. Got it?”

“Got it”, Tony replied. Then Cassandra grabbed her keys and left. While she was gone, Tony decided that he did want to take a shower. He felt dirty. So he got in the shower and when he was in there he did some thinking. He realized that Cassandra was a powerful women who handled him good last night, and he decided that he respected that power. Since the first two nights were bad, and she had told him that they were only going to get worse, he imagined that it might not be a good idea to piss her off any more. He wanted to get through the next five nights alive, and his corroboration would be necessary for him to make it. So after his shower he shaved just like she said to. Then he cleaned up the house just like she said to. Then he made himself a sandwich and watched TV just like she said to.

When Cassandra got back and saw that her house was clean and that Tony was in front of the TV, she was very happy. She tossed her keys down on the dining room table and carried her full shopping bags into her bedroom. She called out for Tony to come in, then she dropped her bags on the floor and waited by the end of her bed. When Tony got in there, Cassandra spoke with a smile. “I just got back from waling around the mall for two hours, and my feet are SO stinky. I’m sure they are, ’cause there sweaty. ‘Cause my socks are wet…” Cassandra looked Tony in the eyes as he went to his knees in front of her. She sat down and seductively said, “I bet your just dieing to get in there, huh.” She reached down to her right shoe and began untying it. “…to smell my stinky feet. My stinky socks. Two hours, I got a lot of stuff, though. Some new socks but I’ll show you those later…” As Cassandra pulled her shoe off she teased, “Are you ready? Are you ready to smell me stinky shoe? Huh?” She held the shoe up to his face and said, “Come and smell that.” Tony leaned forward and Cassandra extended her arm and pressed the open end of the shoe against his face until his nose reached the sole. She teased, “Whhoooo, I can smell it from here. Those are some stinky shoes…” Next, she put the shoe up to her own nose and gave it a couple of sniffs and said, “Oh my goodness! That stinks SO bad…” She put the shoe down then leaned back, extended her foot out and said, “What about my sock? I want you to smell my sock…” Tony leaned forward and pressed his nose against her toes. He gave a couple of big wiffs and Cassandra asked, “Do you like smelling my sock?” Tony responded by sniffing it loudly. Cassandra then pulled it away and pointed her toe, pushed it up against his lips and said, “I’ll stick my whole socked foot into your mouth. You’ll let me how it tastes…” Tony opened up and Cassandra’s foot slid right in there. She told him, “I want you to suck all the sweat out of it.” Tony began to suck and Cassandra asked, “Does that taste good?” Tony nodded yes and Cassandra make the yummy sound, “MMMmmm. Well, I bet you wish you could smell my foot, though. You want to pull my sock off?”

After Tony pulled her sock off and briefly smelled her right foot, Cassandra quickly went to her left foot. She pulled her left shoe off and leaned back, placing her hands on the bed behind her. She rubbed her socked foot and her bare foot together looking at Tony, whose face was only a foot away. Cassandra began speaking again. “…Stinky. Stinky feet in a stinky shoe. Yup. My socks are wet with sweat, haha. All that walking and shopping. My poor little feet got tired. I need YOU to rub them now. To rub my nice big size nine feet…” She leaned up and reached for her other sock off and commented that, “There so tired. So tired.” Tony watched as she grabbed the sock and pulled. Her sock slide off her foot and was held in front of his face. Cassandra asked, “Do you want to put this sock in your mouth, along with the other one? Have two nice sweaty stinky socks in your mouth?” Tony didn’t respond - he just waited. Cassandra pressed the sock against his lips until he opened up enough for her to shove the sock into his mouth. Then as she grabbed the other sock she said, “I want you to suck all the sweat out of ’em…” Then, as she pushes that sock into his mouth, too, she said, “…and I want you to tell me how it tastes.”

Cassandra leaned back with her elbows touching her bed as she wiggled her toes inches in front of Tony’s face. Tony placed his hands on her feet with his thumbs on her soles. He rubbed her feet with one hand on each foot at first, then after a minute he used both hands on one foot and alternated feet every minute or so. Once Cassandra was satisfied she told Tony to spit out her socks and to, “Get up close. I want you to lick my toes. Lick in-between every one of my toes.” Tony placed her socks down on the floor and approached her feet with his open mouth drooling and his tongue out. Cassandra excitedly said, “That’s right. Stick that nice long tongue in-between each one cleaning out the stinkiest sweat…” He started out with the gap near the pinky toe on her left foot and worked his tongue between every gap until he reached the pinky toe of her right foot. While doing so Cassandra moaned, “Oh, that feels so good! Your soft tongue, oh…. oh… oh.” Then Cassandra asked, “Would you like to lick up and down my stinky sweaty soles, huh? Want to lick the bottoms of my sweaty feet for me?” Tony nodded yes and Cassandra laid back and rolled over onto her stomach so that the soles of her feet were now facing up. Cassandra looked back at Tony over her shoulder and said, “lick them nice and good, up and down, really nice and slow.” Tony stuck out his tongue and licked from her toes up to her heel and back again, over and over. Cassandra said, “Yeah, get them nice and wet for me. Mix your saliva with my sweat. My foot sweat.” Tony enjoyed licking feet, and the wrinkles on the sides of her soles were really awesome. Cassandra, still watching him over her shoulder stated, “I know what your thinking… Tastes real good… How about you stick your tongue in-between my two arches and lick up and down.” Tony did so, and as she watched Cassandra said, “Oh, that feels so good…”

After a few minutes of that Cassandra closed her eyes and laid her head down on her bed. She laid there very much enjoying the treatment she was receiving on her feet. But after a few minutes of licking her arches Tony stopped and gave her a kiss on the sole of her foot, then stepped back and gave his tongue a rest. Cassandra didn’t raise her head or nothing. Instead she began rubbing her feet together rather seductively. When she finally looked back she saw Tony staring at her feet, watching the way her toes seemed to bend differently, in a way that just looked hot. Cassandra stopped this and set her feet on the bed next to each other, then she started wiggling her pinky toes. She asked him, “Would you like to suck on my pink toes?” After a short pause she stopped and began wiggling all of her toes while moving the soles of her feet up and down in a stroking motion. Then she asked, “Or would you rather stick your cock right in there, huh? In-between my nice big feet?” Tony treated it as a rhetorical question, as did Cassandra. After twelve more stroking motions Cassandra slowly turned back around so that she was sitting with her hands by her sides holding her up, and he feet held up at the edge of the bed. She smiled and said, “You better put my socks back into your mouth, I know you haven’t sucked all the sweat out of them yet.”

Cassandra leaned back and watched as Tony put both of her nine days worn socks back into his mouth. This was very enjoyable for Cassandra to watch. Tony’s cheeks were puffed out, and his mouth as a little open. Cassandra noticed this and said, “To make sure you keep them in there, how about ya tape ‘em. Put a big piece of tape across your mouth to hold them in… while your on your knees worshipping my sticky, sticky sweaty feet.” As Tony wondered where he was going to get the tape from, he saw Cassandra glance over at a bed post, and so he looked there to and saw that that’s were the tape was. He grabbed it off and ripped a piece for his mouth, then placed it there and softly padded it against his skin with his fingers. Cassandra motioned with her index finger for Tony to ‘come here’, and after Tony leaned forward Cassandra pressed the soles of her feet against Tony’s face and said, “I’ll put my feet right across your face and smell ‘em. Smell all that stink. That foot stink… from walking around SO long in those sweaty stinky shoes.”

Cassandra had Tony sucking on her socks and smelling her soles for a good ten minutes before she told him to stop. She had him take the socks out of his mouth, then she told him to suck on both of her big toes at the same time. He opened his really wide and lowered his head as he took both of her big toes into his mouth. She wiggled them around as he sucked and rubbed his tongue all over them. When she was satisfied she sat back up again and asked him how her socks taste. Tony told her, “They taste like dirty feet.” She smiled and playfully said, “Oh no! You poor baby…” Then she said, “Well, since you just sucked the sweat out of my socks you might as well put them back onto my feet so I can stink them back up again for tonight. I hope I can get them really sweaty before then, ’cause I want them to stink REALLY bad!” Then she laughed as she watched a defeated Tony carefully slide the socks back on her feet for her.

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Cassandra’s Foot Slave - part six - Cassandra Brings In Linda

One the evening of the third night Cassandra asked Tony to stay for the night, just before she went out for a jog. It was Sunday night, and they both had to go to work Tomorrow. Tony had assumed that he would be asked to stay over all week until there bet was through, and he was right. So he sat there and waited until Cassandra came back. As soon as Cassandra walked in the door she ordered Tony to lay down on the couch, and so he did. She sat down on the coffee table and took her shoes off as fast she could, throwing them onto the floor. Next, she peeled her socking wet socks off from her feet. Since the socks were stuck to the skin they ended up inside out, and that’s how they stayed when Cassandra taped them to his head. Her socks reeked. Tony could barely stand it. Cassandra leaned in real close, and whispered into his ear, “I hope those socks are stinky enough for ya. I made sure they were nice and full of my foot sweat, since I know you like it so much.” Cassandra took a look at the clock, and although it was only 5:15 pm it was already pretty dark outside since it was January. She told Tony to, “Go ahead and get some sleep. Get twelve hours worth, ’cause tomorrow is going to be a hard day. I’m going to make sure of that. And I know you have to work in the morning, so I’m going to wake you up early so you can get to your house and properly prepare for the day. When your there, remember to pack up enough clothes to last the you the week, because your going to stay here with me, and we are going to have SO much fun together.” Then, she patted him on the head, stood up and left the room.

In the morning Tony was woken up at 5:30. He had trouble getting sleep, and even though he was laying down with his eyes closed for about twelve hours, he probably only slept about four. There was no big scene before he left Cassandra’s house because she was far too tired and not in the mood. At his place Tony showered and shaved, dressed, and packed a suitcase full of clothes before he left for work. He worked a full day, from nine to five, then drove straight back to Cassandra’s house. To his surprise when he got there, there was already two cars parked in the drive way. One of them was Cassandra’s, and the other one belonged, to his horror, his ex-girlfriend Linda. When he walked in he found them sitting in the dining room drinking coffee together. He dropped his suitcase down next to the door and hesitantly walked over to them. Cassandra told him to take a seat, so he did. The table was small, and from where he was sitting both Cassandra and Linda could reach him, and they sat on either side of him (there was no one sitting across from him). After Tony sat down, Cassandra and Linda Continued there conversation from where it left off. Linda asked, “So you haven’t washed your socks in a week?” Cassandra responded, “It’s been ten days, and my socks smell horrible! You should have seen the way people were looking at me at work. I mean they smelled BAD…” Linda, on queue (as if at an old style comedy show), asked, “How bad were they?” Linda said, “They were SO bad, my socks are now know as a two bagger… I have to have a second bag over the first bag in case the first bag brakes!” Linda and Cassandra were cracking up over that joke, even though it wasn’t used quit right. You see, for the two of them, that was an inside joke because they both knew what they were talking about, which was a old comedy bit from a dangerous comic. But Tony didn’t laugh at all. As they laughed together Tony figured out that Cassandra had let Linda in our there entire arrangement, and he felt himself overtaken with shame. Cassandra didn’t help the matter when she said, “Go ahead and ask Tony how bad the socks smell! He knows better than anybody!” So Linda turned to Tony and asked him, and when she did so she could barely get through it without completely cracking up. Tony lowered his head in shame and told her that, “They would smell like a locker rook if someone did a shit on the dirty, foot-like smelling floor.” Cassandra had a good laugh over that unusual analogy then proceeded on with her plan.

Cassandra stood up and said, “Well Tony, you may be wondering why Linda is here. I called her last night after I put you to bed and told her about the bet we made. After I mentioned that you had sucked on my toes and licked on my soles, and that I rather liked it, she told me that she didn’t believe me! I told her that I could prove it, and, well, she’s here now so that I can do exactly that. So why don’t you get down on your knees and take my shoes off for me…” Linda’s jaw dropped as she watched her ex-boyfriend get out of his chair and drop to his knees in front of her friend. Then, as she watched him actually untie her shoes and take them off as he was instructed to she said in amazement, “Wow… you weren’t lying… what a little foot bitch.” Cassandra casually said, “I know. Now watch as he takes my socks off and gives them a sniff.” She looked down at Tony and said, “Go ahead. You can do it. Show your ex-girlfriend how you worship my socks…” Tony, being the bitch that he is, reached down and put his hands on Cassandra’s foot. Cassandra grabbed Tony’s shoulders to balance herself and lifted one foot off the ground so Tony could remove the sock from it, and then the other. Cassandra took a step back, and Tony brought her loose dirty socks to his nose and gave them a loud, pride removing sniff.

After that Linda Jumped out of her chair and pushed Cassandra out of the way. Cassandra said, “Hey watch it!“ Linda said, “Sorry..” Then she said. “… I guess I got a little over exited. “ So Cassandra said, “It’s okay.” Then, in reaction to Linda’s willingness, Cassandra said, “Wow... Apparently It didn’t take long for you to change your mind about having your feet touched….” Linda said, “I know. I guess after watching him smell you socks I really wanted him to sniff mine. I think the creep deserves at least that much for what he did to me…” Cassandra told Tony, “Okay, go ahead and take her shoes and socks off, and smell them exactly as good as you did mine…” Tony couldn’t look either of them in the eye as he reached over to Linda’s shoes and unlaced them. After he took her shoes off and slide her socks off in the same fashion as he did Cassandra’s, he lifted Linda’s socks to his nose and gave them a good sniff. Her socks weren’t bad at all compared to Cassandra’s now ten days worn socks. Upon this realization, he gave Linda’s socks the attention that Linda was hoping for. He sniffed them loud, over and over again. They both laughed and Cassandra teased, “Easy Tony! You don’t want me to think that you like her socks more than you like mine, no matter how much better they smell.”

With Cassandra and Linda now barefoot, Tony laid flat on his back, as they had instructed him to. Cassandra held her foot over Tony’s head and said, “You have to suck on the lowest, dirtiest part of our body, bitch. Our feet.” Linda said, “It’s all that you deserve. Because you are just SO disgusting, all you deserve is the things that we use to walk on the ground.” Cassandra replied, “Mmmhhhmm, you don’t deserve for us to touch you with anything else. You should just be our floor… our foot washing hoe.” Linda laughed at that and Cassandra started lightly stomping on his face with her feet, yelling, “Take that bitch… Take it… Just take it!” After watching Cassandra take a few steps on his face, Linda joined in and took a couple of steps of her own. They were both laughing and enjoying themselves, and after they each stepped a dozen times on Tony’s face, Linda stopped laughing long enough to look at Cassandra and say, “You were right, Cassandra. This is great!” Cassandra nonchalantly said, “Yeah, it’s good therapy.”

Next, Cassandra thought it would be a good idea for him to start licking their feet and sucking their toes. She told Tony, “Just open your mouth and stick out your tongue. We will decide what you get and wither you are to lick or suck.” Linda looked at Cassandra and asked, “Really?” Cassandra confirmed, “Yes, Linda. If you want a lick, just run your foot over his tongue, and if you want a suck, just shove your toes into his mouth like this…” (Linda watches as Cassandra slides her toes into Tony’s mouth to witch Tony responds by closing his lips and sucking her toes.) Exited, Linda goes, “Wow! I’ve got to freaking try that!” So Cassandra removed her foot from his mouth and Linda quickly replaced her foot with her own. Tony obediently closed his lips around her toes and sucked for all he was worth. Linda stated, “Wow… this is great!” Cassandra said, “It better be.” Then she gave Tony direct eye contact and said, “I’m hoping that after today he will be broken down to the point that he won’t be able to live without my feet. So if we decide that he is not doing a good enough job he isn’t going anywhere. He will just stay here with one of our feet in his mouth until he dies…” Linda added, “Yeah. So you just stay here until you can get broken…” Cassandra laughed and confirmed, “Yeah, until that spirit just snaps.” Linda excitedly goes, “Yeah!” And Cassandra, feeding off of Linda’s excitement, continues by saying, “Yeah, were going to use you until there’s nothing left but a foot licking, sock sniffing piece of shit…”

For the next thirty minutes Cassandra and Linda rubbed there feet on top of Tony’s face and inside Tony’s mouth, making sure that he licked and sucked on every part of all of their feet. Linda especially liked having her toes sucked, so her toes spent most of their time inside Tony’s mouth. But that didn’t mean that Linda didn’t also stomp and kick Tony’s head to her little hearts content. They both did. About half way through Tony’s eyes were tearing up, and that only made the girls more intense with there foot stomping and mouth hogging. They took turns sliding their feet into his mouth. At first they wanted to see how many toes they could fit in there at once, then after realizing he could fit their entire foot into his mouth they took turns sliding their feet down his throat until he gagged. They really had a blast, but Tony was losing it. Seeing the two of them standing above him and looking down at him, laughing as he was tormented, he became overwhelmed by it all. Cassandra was very please with the whole situation. At one point while she had half her foot inside his mouth she said to him, “See, I knew you would come around. Your starting to really fully realize the predicament your situation. Your never going to be free….” Then she pointed her finger at him and said, “I choosed you.”

After that serious statement they both continued doing what they were doing. Later on, while Linda had her foot pushing down on the middle of Tony’s face she had this to say, “…So that’s what we think about you…” Cassandra chimed in, “Your not very normal…” And Linda continued, “…It’s hard for us to even talk to you, to have you worship our feet. Honestly, your THAT gross… your so disgusting, and you’re a foot whore.” Cassandra laughed and said, “Your lucky you get acknowledgement at all.” Linda agreed saying, “…Yeah… and you know, you’re a lot better at this, you know, sucking feet than titties”

Later on, the double team foot humiliation continued. Linda said, “Your orders are to get kicked again by our feet.” Cassandra jokingly replied, “Those are your choices!” Linda said, “Yeah. Kept down by own filthy feet that walk the earth just to… to…” Linda was having trouble finishing her thought, but Cassandra didn‘t. She quickly said, “…just to get them nasty so we can put them into your mouth!” They both laughed in agreement, and Linda smiled and said, “Yup, yes. That’s right… hahaha.”

After another half an hour went bye, Tony was going out of his mind. At one point the thought it would never end, but he felt some relief when he heard Linda say that her legs were getting tired. Tony thought it might finally be over, but to his fright Cassandra said, “Well then, how about we both slide up a chair…” For a moment they both stepped away, but only to return with chairs that they positioned on either side of Tony’s head. They sat down, with four feet now hanging over his face instead of two. Cassandra leaned forward, past all the feet so that she could see Tony’s face, and she asked, “Had enough?” Tony nodded uh-huh, but Cassandra said, “Too bad.” Linda said, “Your so gross…” Then Cassandra grabbed some tape, seemingly out of nowhere, and applied it over his mouth. She said to Tony, “It’s time for you to go… maybe were going to kill you, hahaha. Maybe you wont wake up, because we are going to smother you with out with our foot stink….” All at once, the four feet attacked him, rubbing and crushing his face as they pushed down upon it with full force. They took turns cupping Tony’s nose with her toes. While doing this, they said things like, “Suffocate”, “Wiggle your nose”, “Your so degusting”, “This is a near-death experience for you, struggling underneath our feet smell”, “Were not going to take a step off of your head”, and, “hahaha, even if you get a little breath of air it will be feet.” Finally, as Tony was overtaken by the collective foot smell, he heard Cassandra say, “Your not going to get away… your our captive, our slave.”

[maitressenoir]

nice story please continue

[bone86]

NICE !! i like the story very much.