Sister Feet Slave

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Sister Feet Slave
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Ethan let out a content sigh as he entered his tiny bedroom after arriving home from school and sat at his computer, it was finally the weekend, but not just any weekend. His parents were off on some vacation or whatever, how they were able to afford it he had no idea but regardless they were gone and he was free to whatever his little heart desired. “Time for some League.” He said, very ready to pwn some noobs he turned on the game. Several minutes later... “Ugh goddammit.” Ethan groaned after losing his first match by quite a bit. Through several walls Ethan heard the door to the apartment slam shut, this was then followed by a brief silence which was broken a few seconds later by a loud, angry voice. “Hey nerd, get your antisocial butt out here!” Fear and anxiety levels rising the young lad quickly jumped to his feet and exited his room, not even bothering to exit the newly started League match. Sprinting down the hall he came to the brightly lit kitchen where he found his beloved sister Diane standing in her basketball uniform wearing a rather angry look on her face. “I told you to make dinner why mom and dad are gone! Where is it? She demanded, taking a rather step forward. “I told you to take out the trash too, and you didn’t. Your useless!” “...b-but you didn’t tell-“ Ethan stuttered nervously before being interrupted. “Shut up!” Diane ordered, she moved forward and delivered a well placed kick directly to her brothers groin whom let out a high pitched squeal of pain so loud the neighbors undoubtedly heard before dropping to his knees in agony. “You deserved that.” Not moment later Ethan found the bottom of his sisters basketball shoe coming directly at him. Far too slow to even attempt dodging, the shoe sole crashed directly into his facing sending the unfortunate lad falling back onto the floor with a thud. “All’s you do is sit around and play those stupid games, you never do anything I tell you!” Diane said menacingly, Ethan let out a grunt as he felt his sisters foot stomp down onto his chest pinning him. “I’ve got a chore not even you can mess up.” Suddenly Ethan felt the full weight of his sister on his chest for a brief but painful moment as he was used as a steppingstone of sorts, she stepped off him and walked down the hall before stopping and yelling over her shoulder. “Are you retarded? Let’s go, get on your hands and knees and come with me!” She ordered with a annoyed tone. “O-okay...” Ethan mumbled, immediately doing as she commanded he began to crawl behind his sister as she walked down the hall. Feeling rather humiliated Ethan was far to meek and weak-willed to disobey and thus continued following behind his sister like a scared dog. Directly ahead he found her feet, hidden away in white basketball shoes, a moment or so later he noticed a terrible stench that could only be originating from within her shoes. It was beyond awful, he’d figured she’d have a bit of BO after returning from a basketball game but this was just downright repulsive, it seemed as if she never removed her shoes or socks and ran ten kilometers a day. After only a few moments of constantly breathing the tainted oxygen Ethan felt the need to run outside to breath in some fresh air, but regardless of his stench filled suffering he continued to obediently crawl behind his sister. Soon they came to the living room, Diane plopped down on the sofa and looked down at the lad at her feet with a look of superiority and a smug grin on her face, she kicked off her shoes and lifted her feet to his face, relishing in the look of disgust her brother now had. On his hands and knees Ethan found himself staring at the bottoms of his sisters feet, with their close proximity to his face he could smell them much more now. His nostrils burned with the terrible sour stench they produced. She wore ankle socks covered in stripes with every color that showed clear signs of being worn for quite some time, thanks to having just returned from basketball her feet were quite sweaty. This was made evident by the darker spots on the soles of her socks, specifically at the heel, toes and balls of her feet where the formly bright rainbow fabric had been moisten and darkened by her foul sweat. “Enjoying the view nerd?” She snickered, wiggling her smelly toes in his face. “Take them off, with your mouth!” “...b-but I-“ “Did I stutter? Do it or I’ll kick you again.” She threatened only to have a grin spread on her lips as her wimp of a brother did as he was told. Feeling slightly lightheaded from the nauseating foot fumes Ethan reluctantly leaned forward and opened his mouth, gently biting down on the tip of Diane’s sock he pulled his head back. Slowly the sock began to be removed, revealing her pale heel at first, then the sole before finally her whole foot was bare. Slightly afraid of what his sister was planning, Ethan dropped the first rainbow sock from his mouth and bit down on the remaining one before removing it just as he did with the first before dropping it to the floor. “Pulling your sisters socks off with your mouth? You really are pathetic.” Diane chucked, she set her feet on the ground and gestured to her socks. “Put them on your hands, nerd. Like gloves.” “...Do I have to?” Ethan asked, practically groveling at her feet. “Either put them on your hands or I’ll put them in your mouth.” She threatened, suddenly standing up only to sit right back down upon seeing her brother do as he was told. Getting onto his knees, Ethan picked up a sock and immediately felt a shiver of disgust run down his back. The top of it was dry but the bottom was warm and moist with sweat, still breathing in his sisters terrible foot odor with every breath he slipped the sock onto his right hand, his palm coming into contact with the sweaty underside of the sock. Cringing with disgust as his sister watched and laughed he picked up the other sock and did the same with his other hand. “Do you even have a spine? Doesn’t seem like it.” Diane asked with a satisfied look, she lifted her left foot to his face. “Lick it.” Ethan stared at his sisters foot, it was large, easily beyond the average size, nearly massive infact. And it practically glistened with sweat, the smell alone that her feet produced was enough to deter even the most perverted foot lovers, he shivered at the thought of how terrible they must taste. In a very uncharacteristic bout of determination and manliness Ethan spoke. “No..I-I won’t do it.” Ethan had barely finished speaking before he received a simultaneous kick from both feet sending him from his knees to his back once again. With his relatively weak willed resistance backfiring spectacularly he let out a groan as Diane stepped up onto his chest pinning him beneath her now bare feet. “I wasn’t asking.” Diane said a evil look, she moved her right foot to her brothers face and rubbed her sole against his cheek. “It seems to me the only thing your good for is being used as a doormat.” Laying there motionless Ethan gave in, his face ached from being kicked and now his own sister was standing atop his chest smearing her sweaty sole across his face. Slightly afraid to anger her more he did what she had commanded and opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue it almost immediately came into contact with her salty sweaty sole. “Oh? So now you want to lick my feet?” She chuckled, moving her sole up and down her brothers tongue like a foot scrubber several times before sliding her foot down and stopping once her toes reached his mouth. “Too bad I have something else in mind now.” Ethan felt as though his tongue had received a thick coating of his sisters foot sweat after those few licks. Unsure of what Diane meant by ‘something else’ he laid there beneath her feet until he felt her toes slowly push into his mouth, they continued to travel deeper and soon enough the young lad found his sisters sole entering. With his tongue now pinned beneath Dianes sweaty sole he felt her toes poke at the back of his neck, producing a loud and embarrassing gag from Ethan whom still laid there not even attempting to resist his sadistic sister and her foul feet. “Come on nerd, at least try to fight back!” She taunted, Ethan could feel her toes wiggling around inside his throat as her foot pushed deeper. When her brother unsurprisingly didn’t resist simply rolled her eyes. “You are a worthless waste of space.” “Well since you don’t seem to mind my feet inside your mouth...” Diane taunted, she pressed the entirety of her body weight onto her foot sending it deeper into Ethan producing a loud and painful gag from the lad. “...I think I’ll keep you as my own little foot boy, you’ll get to worship my feet whenever I want. You can lick my friends feet too. You should thank me for this really, you’ll finally stop being a worthless piece of crap. How’s that sound?” Ethan gave a weak shake of his head, the thought of licking his sisters putrid feet along with the million or so friends she seems to have sounded positively horrible. But he had bigger problems at the moment, specially his sisters foot pushing so deep down into his mouth it felt as though his throat were expanding. Quietly gagging as Diane laughed bits of saliva mixed with her salty footsweat began to seep from the sides of his mouth. After several more painful seconds of humiliating incest foot gaggin Ethan was relieved to feel his sisters foot slowly being withdrawn from his mouth. Once his mouth was finally foot free he found her saliva and sweat covered foot hovering several inches above his face only to have it stomp back down without mercy, hearing his sister chuckle in the background Ethan laid there writhing in both disgust and pain as his sister lifted her foot again only to bring it back down just as hard as before, a moment later she lifted it again and stomped back down onto his face, she then did it again, and again and again. “Your gonna be my little foot bitch, right?” She asked, continuously stomping her brothers face whom gave a weak ‘yes’. “You’ll be licking my feet all day and night, understand?” She gave one final powerful stomp that ended with her keeping her sweaty foot firmly placed on his face. “Yes, yes!” Ethan moaned in pain, with his face all but crushed beneath his sisters foot he stuck out his tongue and licked away at her sweaty sole as if her were addicted. “I-I’ll do whatever you want, just stop stomping my face...please!” “Heh, that’s what I wanted to hear.” Diane responded with a sinister chuckle, she smeared her sole around her sniveling brothers outstretched tongue. She donned a peppy though slightly ominous smile as she spoke her next words. “This must be terrible for you, but look on the bright side bro, at least your not a useless piece of trash anymore.” With that Ethan felt his sister hop off him and plop back down on the sofa, her feet resting on the floor she looked to her sweat covered brother and pointed to her feet. “Now that you understand your place, get over here and kiss my feet.” She ordered with a smug look. “Unless you’d like me to continue stomping your ugly face.” “N-no no no.” Ethan stuttered quickly, in a instant he was back on his knees, in a particularly pathetic display of submission he grabbed his sisters left ankle and broke her foot to his face, he began licking it incredibly quickly. Up and down his tongue traveled across his sisters sweaty disgusting sole, the taste was beyond horrible but he continued none the less. It was sour, salty and undoubly the most humiliating thing he’d ever done but he didn’t care, as long as his sister/mistress was happy she wouldn’t have a need to stomp his face over and over again and that’s all that mattered, he didn’t care if he had to lick her soles and suck her toes constantly for a week he’d gladly do it if it meant avoiding another painful stomping session. “Oh wow, looks like we finally found something your decent at. Licking my feet!” Diane said with a degrading chuckle as she watched her brother lick away at her sweaty sole as if it were the greatest thing on earth. She gave a content sigh. “And just think, we’ve got the whole weekend to ourselves. I hope your ready for some intense slave training, I’m going to make you my little pathetic foot bitch!”

(A happy little commission I wasn't gonna post, it's a crossover with my The Bully stuff. Didn't bother with character descriptions mostly so https://www.evernote.com/shard/s441/sh/756c87e7-0e4d-fb13-1a69-a79cdd0eb1de/91525c13df237593d366139f834e157b ) "You know Anna, you should thank your friend when she gets here, she's saving you from so much, I can feel my feet swimming in my shoes." Karen said casually, she was in the living room seated upon a comfy chair located next to a window. She flipped through a magazine while the meek little Anna continued to do what she had done for the past hour, bow down before her cruel stepmother with her face pressed against the floor while Karen's steamy running shoes were propped uncomfortably atop her head shoving her painfully into the ground. Without looking away from her magazine Karen pressed her shoes down a bit harder, she was then pleased to hear her enslaved stepdaughter whimper a bit. "Actually, tell me how kind and merciful I am for sparing you almost the entire morning, especially since I jogged twice as long." "Yes ma'am." Annas voice was timid and openly subservient thanks to months of service to her stepmothers wide meaty feet. "Y-You are so nice and good a-and merciful...and I love your feet, I wish I...was the one who gets to lick them-" "Quiet! She's here." Karen snapped, her rubber shoe heel stomping into the back of Annas head as she peered out window Meanwhile Paige, whom didn't even try to appear happy she was here, walked slowly up the driveway. She was still picking grass out of her teeth from Cyrus's post-soccer game celebration as she saw a women looking at her through the window, Paige immediately gave her a glare and seconds later she found herself standing at the door, before she could even knock it swung open, partially hitting her in the process with two females being in the doorway. A smug forty-something year old Paige instantly disliked, it was obviously Karen whom she had heard so much about, the blonde woman wore a pink exercise shirt, black leggings and white ankle socks that were trapped within well-worn running shoes. And behind Karen, down on her knees, was Anna whom kept her eyes upon the ground and wore essentially the same outfit as always, a blue polo and khakis though oddly enough she wore only socks on her feet. "Hi." Paige greeted rudely with Karen completely ignoring her guest as she spoke to Anna while looking Paige up and down judgementally. "My, you said she was strange but a black shirt, fitted black jeans, big black boots and short green hair? And just look at all those bags under her eyes! She looks like she's trying to be a miserable emo boy. Isn't that right Anna?" Karen said with her stepdaughter quietly nodding. "Whatever you old hag." Paige crossed her arms and spoke with defiant confidence. "I'm at least twenty times as attractive as you, you fossil!" Paige was a bit surprised as she received a hard slap to her left cheek which was followed by another to her right, she clenched her own fists but quickly forced herself to calm down for a specific reason, one Karen gladly reminded her of with the most degrading grin. "Yes, that's right, be a good little girl. I know all about your three nasty boy friends and I know they instructed you to be nice and obedient, or else. Now then, you mangy looking creature." The forty-five year old pointed at the ground with a victorious look in her eyes. "On your hands and knees." Paige very obviously wished to yell all manner of insults at the woman but instead she glanced around the neighborhood and sighed. Without a word she got down into a crawling position before this lady she had only just met and already instantly despised. Just being down on her hands and knees was bad enough but since she was on the porch she was about a foot lower than Karen, even the kneeling Anna towered over her as Paige had to crane her neck just to look up at the two females. Barely a second passed before a absolutely atrocious stench floated into Paiges nose, it was so utterly foul that the literal worst imaginable thing happened, the green haired girl was completely caught off guard and let out a unexpected cough. Her face turned a deep red and her angry expression wavered a bit as Karen chuckled from above. "I'm disappointed, I was expecting a disgusting tomboy that could at least take some abuse. But don't worry sweetie, we'll make you as tough and resilient as my little Anna in no time." Karen said with a fond voice, she patted her stepdaughters head. "Now then...Paige, what an ugly name by the way, ask for permission to enter my home." "Seriously? Why th- fine." Paige began to protest but reminded herself she had to be at least mostly nice so after falling silent and feeling beyond pathetic for a solid ten seconds she looked down then spoke with a clearly faked calm voice. "Miss.Karen...please allow me to enter your lovely home...I really...really, really want to lick your feet." "See? That wasn't so hard, now please come in to my lovely home. Seeing as you look, well, like that I am imagining this house must be absolutely massive compared to whatever shack you live in. Am I right?" Karen asked with Paige clenching her jaw as she quietly crawled past the rude woman and the silent Anna, however Paige didn't get very far as once her feet were inside one of Karen's running shoes stomped down onto her back causing her to belly flop onto the floor. Before Paige could even grunt Karen loudly shouted a command as Anna closed the door. "Speaking of my 'lovely house', my sweet stepdaughter spent all morning cleaning from the roof to the basement. The floors so clean you could eat off it, in fact, Anna has done that dozens of times, haven't you?" "...Yes Ma'am..." Anna admitted awkwardly, she felt terrible as she watched Paige just lay there with her angry face to the ground. "Paige, be a dear and tell me how clean the floor is." Karen instructed, Paige grunted as the foot shifted from her back to her head, smooching her face into the fake-wood floor which was admittedly quite spotless. "Lick it." "You've got to be joking, I came here to lick your feet not the-" Paige paused briefly to cringe at what she just said. "I'm not licking your fucking floor lady!" Not a moment later that steamy running shoe lifted from her back and started assaulting her head, it stomped down over and over with Paige taking it without a fight or sound until the fourth stomp caused her to yelp before she finally shouted out angrily. "Okay okay, jesus christ you psycho fine, look!" She managed to push up a bit against the shoe, stuck out her tongue and as she went to lick the floor Karen effortlessly shoved her head back down so hard Paiges nose bent as her tongue came in contact with floor. Reluctantly obeying, she rubbed her tongue around the admittedly very clean floor while feeling Karen's smug gaze watching every second. After a few licks Paige stubbornly and shamefully announced. "See? I licked your freaking floor. It tastes like bleach and soap now can we...can we please just get to the feet stuff?" "Oh begging to lick my feet already? My my, looks like all your boyfriends have trained you better than I thought." Karen spoke as if we're a compliment, Paige tr
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