Roque
11-17-2007, 11:48 AM
Note: This story is purely fictional, and any co-incidences with characters, places or events are exactly that – Co-incidences.
ALL PERSONS INCLUDED WITHIN THIS STORY ARE AGED 18 YEARS OR OLDER. Terms such as “girls” are used loosely, in this case describing a group of females, all 18 years of age or over.
None of the views expressed within this story are the opinions of the author.
By continuing beyond this point, the reader is certifying that he or she is also at least 18 years of age and legally permitted to view/possess such material.
This story is copyrighted and may not be re-produced in any form without the prior permission of the author.
Basically, don’t sue me. :)
David was used to it by now. He had been dating Laurie for 6 months, and already he had come to expect this sort of thing. He did, for the most part, appear to be a normal guy. Perhaps a bit of a geek, but average looks and a pretty good sense of humour once you got to know him. But he had always been shy around girls, ever since he could remember – and because of that, no one had ever considered him “cool”. Which was why so many people had been surprised when he and Laurie first got together. Not only was she physical perfection – a slim, tanned blonde with light brown eyes – and extremely popular, but also lively and outgoing, whereas he was more reserved. The only thing they had in common was the company in which they both worked, although she had been there longer, got a better salary and was far more respected. The fact that she was also two years younger, just turned 21, made her seem even more out of his league. Even David was aware of this, and he knew he had to do whatever he could to keep the relationship going – besides which, he had quickly found himself falling in love.
As such, he readily accepted that they had not had sex yet, and that she showed little interest in changing that anytime soon. He accepted that she wanted to carry on going out at the weekend, even though that wasn’t his thing, and he wasn’t surprised that she soon stopped asking him to join her when she did. There had been a couple of times when she didn’t get back to their apartment until the next morning, but he was always prepared to trust her promise that she’d “never do anything with another guy while they were together”. Simply put, when he found himself dating someone so obviously superior, he knew that ending their relationship would never be an option to him.
Despite them both working the exact same hours, it had always been their arrangement that David would cook in the evening, then wash up before offering Laurie a foot-massage whilst she relaxed watching tv. Now, Laurie wanted to change that. David would still do the work, she had explained, however he would now be massaging her feet whilst she ate, before being able to eat his own dinner and finally wash up. David had one protested against one of Laurie’s decisions – her strict, threatening response had made sure he readily accepted all her future “rulings”. Besides which, he could never quite ignore the fact that, with every “order” he carried out, some small need in the back of his mind seemed to be fulfilled.
And so it was. David walked in to the main room, carrying his girlfriend’s dinner in his hands. She was already in the middle of one of her favourite shows, so he offered it to her wordlessly and then knelt down before her. Without even looking at him, Laurie placed her foot on his lap. She didn’t need to order him about; he knew exactly what to do. Slowly and gently, so as to not distract her, David began to ease the cream-coloured leather boot from the foot in front of him. When he had taken it off, he placed it carefully on the floor beside him, before wrapping both his hands around the delicate foot that he was now presented with. The black nylon tights that she was wearing were covered in a light sweat, feeling damp against David’s hands. He began to rub the ball of her foot with his thumbs, working his way along the arch of her perfect foot. He rubbed firmly, as he knew Laurie liked it, and was pleased when she let out a sigh of relaxation after a few minutes.
He continued in this way for several minutes, almost hypnotically caring for the foot of his girlfriend. He wasn’t consciously thinking of anything as he worked, beginning to flex and scrunch her toes with his fingers whilst she sounded her occasional approval. Eventually, the show Laurie was watching ended. As the credits rolled, she turned her attention briefly back to her supposed partner.
“You know, Sarah from the office is splitting up with her boyfriend, and I said she could stay here as long as she needed until she gets stuff sorted.”
That wasn’t a request, David knew, more a statement. He had never really seen eye-to-eye with Sarah, who was Laurie’s closest friend at work. She was 19, although her birthday was coming up soon, and sat at the desk next to Laurie. She had always been bitchy and cold towards David, which had obviously put him off getting to know her – although he had to admit he was used to that sort of thing from younger, hotter females. Of course, he didn’t like this news, but if Laurie had decided she would move in temporarily then that was that. But his girlfriend hadn’t finished yet.
“Now I know you don’t want her sleeping on the sofa. I’ve been telling you we need a bigger apartment for a while now, and you’ve ignored me. So, it’s only fair you sleep in here and us two will share the main bedroom.”
David thought that some sort of line had been crossed. What was the point in going out with someone, in living with them, if you were kicked out of your own bedroom just because some bitch was dumping her boyfriend?
“You’re joking, right?” he said, trying to sound confident for almost the first time in his life. “I mean…no way, how can she just live here…”
He knew it’d be hopeless and Laurie’s reaction confirmed it. “Aww, you saying no? What are you going to do about it? Going to leave me? Cause a scene in front of her?” she asked, pouting her lips at him in mock-sadness. She rolled her eyes at him, then changed her tone to a more controlling, business-like manner. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I never asked you. And I’m not going to have you acting like that while she’s here. We’re gonna have to get rid of that behaviour right now.”
She put her other foot on David’s lap, as he was still knelt before her. Her cream boot was still on this foot. “Clean my boot. Maybe that’ll remind you how stuff works here” she ordered. As strange as it may have seemed to others, David had actually done this before, usually in circumstances like this – where Laurie wanted to teach him a lesson. He made a move to lean backwards, heading off to get the cloth he had used to shine them up before.
Laurie dug the two-inch heel of her boot into her boyfriend’s thigh, pinning him back slightly as he tried to move. David got the message pretty quickly, and turned back round to look her in the face.
“With your tongue, you clean them” she finished, flashing an evil smirk. David didn’t know what to do. He was defeated; she had already just reminded them both of how he would never be able to leave her. He would have to obey. Laurie seemed to anticipate this, and she moved her boot off his legs and placed it firmly on the ground in front of him.
David swallowed any remaining pride he had left and knelt forwards, his face touching the carpet as he pushed his tongue out and let it move slowly towards the leather shoe in front of him. As the unmistakable taste of leather filled his mouth, David realised he had his eyes closed. He couldn’t bear to look up at his girlfriend, who was probably ignoring him again anyway, but he decided to focus on the shoe he was meant to be cleaning. He found himself staring at the thin cracks and lines running across the surface of the boot, running his tongue along them slowly, trying to pick off the non-existent dirt he was meant to be cleaning. He licked all around the instep of the boot, as far round the heel as he could get, and then moved his head back to the front and began licking the pointed tip, wrapping his lips around it and tonguing it clean.
When he thought he was done, he allowed his lips to move off the leather and lifted his head to look at Laurie. She lifted her boot off the floor and pushed the sole in front of his face. “That bit too” she commanded. This part was at least easier for David to do, although even less enjoyable to him as he could actually taste the dirt, smoke and grime of the outside world on the hard sole as he ran his tongue up and down it repeatedly. He knew how he’d have to finish the task off without being told, and when he was happy that the sole was sufficiently cleaned, he moved his lips around the heel of the boot. Pushing it as far into his mouth as he could, he began to push his tongue around and around the heel. Although there was little dirt on this part of the boot, it was a clear symbol of the power Laurie held over him and that was why he was being made to do this in the first place. Before he could present his completed work though, he was distracted by a knock on the front door. Laurie quickly withdrew her heel from his mouth, almost choking him in the process, and told him to get and let Sarah in.
David hurried to his feet and moved briskly to the front door. He opened it and took a minute to take in the sight of Sarah, stood before him. She looked awesome, as good as Laurie did. There wasn’t a tear on her lightly tanned face; she seemed completely unmoved by the apparent break up. Her dark brown hair was still perfect - pulled back in a ponytail, as always - and the dark mascara around her brown eyes was not smudged. She was quite short, probably about 5’5, and she looked up at him for a second, her expression almost disgusted. He was used to that from Sarah. After an awkward second in which neither of them said a word, Sarah brushed past and into the consoling arms of Laurie who had since wandered over.
“David, honey,” Said Laurie, suddenly all smiles again now, “Why don’t you make yourself scarce for a few hours, let us girlies have a talk.” David couldn’t bring himself to act obliging. Wordlessly, he headed for the front door again - still in his work clothes. He needed to find a bar.
ALL PERSONS INCLUDED WITHIN THIS STORY ARE AGED 18 YEARS OR OLDER. Terms such as “girls” are used loosely, in this case describing a group of females, all 18 years of age or over.
None of the views expressed within this story are the opinions of the author.
By continuing beyond this point, the reader is certifying that he or she is also at least 18 years of age and legally permitted to view/possess such material.
This story is copyrighted and may not be re-produced in any form without the prior permission of the author.
Basically, don’t sue me. :)
David was used to it by now. He had been dating Laurie for 6 months, and already he had come to expect this sort of thing. He did, for the most part, appear to be a normal guy. Perhaps a bit of a geek, but average looks and a pretty good sense of humour once you got to know him. But he had always been shy around girls, ever since he could remember – and because of that, no one had ever considered him “cool”. Which was why so many people had been surprised when he and Laurie first got together. Not only was she physical perfection – a slim, tanned blonde with light brown eyes – and extremely popular, but also lively and outgoing, whereas he was more reserved. The only thing they had in common was the company in which they both worked, although she had been there longer, got a better salary and was far more respected. The fact that she was also two years younger, just turned 21, made her seem even more out of his league. Even David was aware of this, and he knew he had to do whatever he could to keep the relationship going – besides which, he had quickly found himself falling in love.
As such, he readily accepted that they had not had sex yet, and that she showed little interest in changing that anytime soon. He accepted that she wanted to carry on going out at the weekend, even though that wasn’t his thing, and he wasn’t surprised that she soon stopped asking him to join her when she did. There had been a couple of times when she didn’t get back to their apartment until the next morning, but he was always prepared to trust her promise that she’d “never do anything with another guy while they were together”. Simply put, when he found himself dating someone so obviously superior, he knew that ending their relationship would never be an option to him.
Despite them both working the exact same hours, it had always been their arrangement that David would cook in the evening, then wash up before offering Laurie a foot-massage whilst she relaxed watching tv. Now, Laurie wanted to change that. David would still do the work, she had explained, however he would now be massaging her feet whilst she ate, before being able to eat his own dinner and finally wash up. David had one protested against one of Laurie’s decisions – her strict, threatening response had made sure he readily accepted all her future “rulings”. Besides which, he could never quite ignore the fact that, with every “order” he carried out, some small need in the back of his mind seemed to be fulfilled.
And so it was. David walked in to the main room, carrying his girlfriend’s dinner in his hands. She was already in the middle of one of her favourite shows, so he offered it to her wordlessly and then knelt down before her. Without even looking at him, Laurie placed her foot on his lap. She didn’t need to order him about; he knew exactly what to do. Slowly and gently, so as to not distract her, David began to ease the cream-coloured leather boot from the foot in front of him. When he had taken it off, he placed it carefully on the floor beside him, before wrapping both his hands around the delicate foot that he was now presented with. The black nylon tights that she was wearing were covered in a light sweat, feeling damp against David’s hands. He began to rub the ball of her foot with his thumbs, working his way along the arch of her perfect foot. He rubbed firmly, as he knew Laurie liked it, and was pleased when she let out a sigh of relaxation after a few minutes.
He continued in this way for several minutes, almost hypnotically caring for the foot of his girlfriend. He wasn’t consciously thinking of anything as he worked, beginning to flex and scrunch her toes with his fingers whilst she sounded her occasional approval. Eventually, the show Laurie was watching ended. As the credits rolled, she turned her attention briefly back to her supposed partner.
“You know, Sarah from the office is splitting up with her boyfriend, and I said she could stay here as long as she needed until she gets stuff sorted.”
That wasn’t a request, David knew, more a statement. He had never really seen eye-to-eye with Sarah, who was Laurie’s closest friend at work. She was 19, although her birthday was coming up soon, and sat at the desk next to Laurie. She had always been bitchy and cold towards David, which had obviously put him off getting to know her – although he had to admit he was used to that sort of thing from younger, hotter females. Of course, he didn’t like this news, but if Laurie had decided she would move in temporarily then that was that. But his girlfriend hadn’t finished yet.
“Now I know you don’t want her sleeping on the sofa. I’ve been telling you we need a bigger apartment for a while now, and you’ve ignored me. So, it’s only fair you sleep in here and us two will share the main bedroom.”
David thought that some sort of line had been crossed. What was the point in going out with someone, in living with them, if you were kicked out of your own bedroom just because some bitch was dumping her boyfriend?
“You’re joking, right?” he said, trying to sound confident for almost the first time in his life. “I mean…no way, how can she just live here…”
He knew it’d be hopeless and Laurie’s reaction confirmed it. “Aww, you saying no? What are you going to do about it? Going to leave me? Cause a scene in front of her?” she asked, pouting her lips at him in mock-sadness. She rolled her eyes at him, then changed her tone to a more controlling, business-like manner. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I never asked you. And I’m not going to have you acting like that while she’s here. We’re gonna have to get rid of that behaviour right now.”
She put her other foot on David’s lap, as he was still knelt before her. Her cream boot was still on this foot. “Clean my boot. Maybe that’ll remind you how stuff works here” she ordered. As strange as it may have seemed to others, David had actually done this before, usually in circumstances like this – where Laurie wanted to teach him a lesson. He made a move to lean backwards, heading off to get the cloth he had used to shine them up before.
Laurie dug the two-inch heel of her boot into her boyfriend’s thigh, pinning him back slightly as he tried to move. David got the message pretty quickly, and turned back round to look her in the face.
“With your tongue, you clean them” she finished, flashing an evil smirk. David didn’t know what to do. He was defeated; she had already just reminded them both of how he would never be able to leave her. He would have to obey. Laurie seemed to anticipate this, and she moved her boot off his legs and placed it firmly on the ground in front of him.
David swallowed any remaining pride he had left and knelt forwards, his face touching the carpet as he pushed his tongue out and let it move slowly towards the leather shoe in front of him. As the unmistakable taste of leather filled his mouth, David realised he had his eyes closed. He couldn’t bear to look up at his girlfriend, who was probably ignoring him again anyway, but he decided to focus on the shoe he was meant to be cleaning. He found himself staring at the thin cracks and lines running across the surface of the boot, running his tongue along them slowly, trying to pick off the non-existent dirt he was meant to be cleaning. He licked all around the instep of the boot, as far round the heel as he could get, and then moved his head back to the front and began licking the pointed tip, wrapping his lips around it and tonguing it clean.
When he thought he was done, he allowed his lips to move off the leather and lifted his head to look at Laurie. She lifted her boot off the floor and pushed the sole in front of his face. “That bit too” she commanded. This part was at least easier for David to do, although even less enjoyable to him as he could actually taste the dirt, smoke and grime of the outside world on the hard sole as he ran his tongue up and down it repeatedly. He knew how he’d have to finish the task off without being told, and when he was happy that the sole was sufficiently cleaned, he moved his lips around the heel of the boot. Pushing it as far into his mouth as he could, he began to push his tongue around and around the heel. Although there was little dirt on this part of the boot, it was a clear symbol of the power Laurie held over him and that was why he was being made to do this in the first place. Before he could present his completed work though, he was distracted by a knock on the front door. Laurie quickly withdrew her heel from his mouth, almost choking him in the process, and told him to get and let Sarah in.
David hurried to his feet and moved briskly to the front door. He opened it and took a minute to take in the sight of Sarah, stood before him. She looked awesome, as good as Laurie did. There wasn’t a tear on her lightly tanned face; she seemed completely unmoved by the apparent break up. Her dark brown hair was still perfect - pulled back in a ponytail, as always - and the dark mascara around her brown eyes was not smudged. She was quite short, probably about 5’5, and she looked up at him for a second, her expression almost disgusted. He was used to that from Sarah. After an awkward second in which neither of them said a word, Sarah brushed past and into the consoling arms of Laurie who had since wandered over.
“David, honey,” Said Laurie, suddenly all smiles again now, “Why don’t you make yourself scarce for a few hours, let us girlies have a talk.” David couldn’t bring himself to act obliging. Wordlessly, he headed for the front door again - still in his work clothes. He needed to find a bar.