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Within a humble-looking spa somewhere in Tokyo was a tall and attractive woman casually sweeping the floor as her staff prepared for another workday. It was just before opening and the newest employee, Hiro, found himself nestled within the front pocket of her apron as she got ready to open. He may have been pressed up against her very well-endowed chest, but there was another thing making him nervous. The little guy wasn't averse to his new job there but he still wasn't used to it either. As she tied her hair up into a ponytail and flipped the close sign to open, Hiro got a bad feeling about what customers would be coming in. "Look, kid. I get that it's a scary job but you shivering like a freak against my tit is startin' to get pretty annoying." Brash and tomboyish, as always she had no problem airing out such personal details to her newest (and only) male employee. "Sorry, I'm just super nervous for today, Boss. I've got a super bad feeling." Hiro yelled up to her, peeking
I was lost in a feeling of utter bliss when it happened.
I abandoned myself on Alyssa’s heel, without a care in the world. That’s when she felt me. My friend hastily retired her magnificent, perfect foot from me with a scare, and took it between her hand to check out whether something was wrong, eyes scanning its socked surface. I lost my balance and fell on the ground among the carpet fibres once again. Adrenaline began pumping, as the fear of being discovered became more and more concrete. I had no time to run away because of my size, so I flattened on the ground, praying not to be found. When she was finally sure that whatever
It was a slow day at Femboy Hooters, and you were sitting alone at a small table in the back of the restaurant waiting for one of the cute femboy workers to assist you. You’ve been waiting for about twenty minutes, feeling a bit worried as your stomach begin to growl. “Hello? Is anyone here? Can I have a waiter? Or waitress?? I don’t know…” You called, feeling a little frustrated and considering leaving this dump. Finally, after what felt like a million years, a pretty, tall, pale-skinned femboy approached you with a clip board in his hand, smirking with his hand on his hip flirtatiously. He had a long, silky brunette high ponytail with a few blonde streaks that swayed seductively when he walked, heterochromic eyes that were emerald green and brown, a blushy e-girl makeup look with some pointy doll-like lashes, and of course, that skimpy Hooters uniform with a little white crop top and tight orange spandex booty shorts that showed off his lewd bulge. His chest was as flat as a
(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 tried to say something but was stopped as the forty-five year old woman pressed her foot down until only embarrassment, bitter whimpers escaped her mouth. Enjoying the noises Karen placed a hand atop the nearby kneeling Annas head to shrunk away a bit in fear even as Karen spoke like a loving stepmother. "Sweetie, go fetch me a cold drink. I think your ratty little friend here deserves a trip to our backyard, plus you still have some gardening to do and you know what happens when you don't finish your chores." "Y-yes ma'am." Anna said stiffly as if she had a gun pointed at her. She then sped off on her hands and knees to the kitchen, practically sliding across the floor leaving Paige all alone with Karen. "When she doesn't finish her chores I usually choke her with my foot until she cries. The discipline builds character." Karen said proudly as she kept her sneaker very firmly placed on Paiges head. "But anyways, you'll love our backyard, it's very peaceful and calming." Several minutes later.... It was impossibly hot, barely a minute had passed since she'd come outside and already Paige was absolutely drenched in sweat. To make matters even worse, she was sitting on scorching concrete before Karen who was seated on a black metal patio chair, next to her was a table holding a very appetizing glass of icy lemonade. That table also had a umbrella whose shade coincidentally ended about six inches from Paige leaving Karen in the coolness of its canopy, except for her feet, both of which were resting the green haired girls lap. "I'm certain you know what to do, but since you seem a bit dull I'll spell it out for you." Karen said, grinding her shoe heels heels Paiges black jeans while the girl just seethed with rage knowing she didn't have much choice but to obey. "Take my shoes off, set them down gently then peel my socks off and I do mean peel. I can feel them sticking to my feet." "Oh...I can't wait." Paige rolled her eyes and was given a uppercutting kick to the jaw that nearly knocked her backwards. Immediately after both of Karen's rubber shoe soles were inches from her face. "Hurry up before I decide to take my bare feet over to the dirt Anna is playing in." Karen said with a controlling, authoritative tone as she pointed to her stepdaughter who was busy pulling weeds from the garden. Paige then reached a toe tap to her nose and Karen impatiently clapped her hands. "Now chop chop young lady, time to teach you some manners and respect." "I'm literally only doing this because I have to." Paige said bitterly as she grabbed the heels of both of the mature domineering woman's bright blue running shoes. "That just makes things more fun for me." Karen smirked before giving her lemonade a sip, after which she raised an eyebrow at Paige who unenthusiacally tugged the shoes which popped right off, to Paiges disgust as she sat them down Karen's large, wide feet remained hovering in front of her face with her white ankle socks being so sweaty there were clearly visible foot prints. Paige stiffened up and nearly gagged as those two feet scooted forward, her face more than engulfed by the womans expansive soles with the sock fabric being so saturated with sweat they literally could hold no more. Paige stayed as unmoving as a statue as silence filled the backyard, she stubbornly refused to inhale but as the seconds piled on she soon had no choice but to take a tiny sniff which immediately made her cough hard, she tried to turn her head away but the soggy socks remained firmly pressed into her face with Karen chuckling as she stopped squirming only seconds later. "I'm a little disappointed, Anna told me you were tough but your gagging after only one sniff. Pathetic. Now stay still, maybe if you let some of my sweat seep into your skill you'll look a little prettier. Oh and this is the part where you say 'Yes ma'am'." "No." Paiges muffled voice came, Karen's feet were already pushing hard enough she had to lean into her wide socked soles to keep from falling back. "No?" Karen asked, offended like a rude customer but she then smiled as she heard Paige groan due to her shoving her head forward a bit harder to remain upright which squeezed a bit of sweat from the socks smothering her. "We'll see how quick your rude behavior changes after a few hours as a footrest, lay under my chair. I know you're already used to being used as an object by your boyfriends so you should be accustomed to this." Paige was very relieved to pull her face from Karen oversized socked soles, though she felt rather foolish as she wiped away a sickening amount of warm sweat. Instead of responding to the woman's degrading comments Paige just stared at the ground with angry eyes as she started to crawl, she went behind Karen's chair and let out a defeated sigh making the women scoff with amusement. Paige then laid on her back and proceeded to scoot under the chair until her head popped out on the other side where she found Karen staring down at her, the green haired girl tried to turn her head away but was stopped as both of Karen's feet roughly came to rest on her cheeks cupping her face and puckering her lips. "Now then, Anna has informed me you're pretty talented as a foot slave. Let's see you take both of my socks off at the same time." Karen smiled a the girls hateful gaze. Paiges bad mood got even worse as Karen's feet suddenly shifted, her heels were far too large for what she wanted to do but that clearly didn't matter as they began to squash around and smoosh Paiges lips who just grunted in annoyance as she died of embarrassment, a moment later Karen had successfully exposed her teeth which she began to grind her sweaty socked heels into. "Take both socks off at the same time, if you do it right I've got a nice little surprise for you." Not wishing for her teeth to get stomped in Paige opened her mouth just a bit and shivered with disgust as she just barely managed to nibble on both socks at the same time, a bit of sweat oozed out and Paige then tightened her grip as Karen started pulling her feet(and Paiges head) upwards. To Paiges surprise she felt an uneasiness as Karen's two heels popped out, she never felt nervous before but this older woman certainly inspired such a feeling, Karen's wide meaty soles then becsme visible with Paige feeling even worse upon seeing them glisten with sweat. Finally both feet slipped free and Paiges head smacked into the cement floor with the socks still being snagged on her teeth, before she could do anything Karen's feet stomped down with sadistic strength covering her cheeks and eyes leaving her mouth exposed to a absolutely cruel reason. Already feeling sick just from the womans impossibly warm, wet, clammy skin Paige nearly started yelling out in anger as Karen leaned down and started forcibly shoving her soggy ankle socks with her fingers. "Remember that surprise I mentioned? Yea, we're going to play a fun little game." Karen said as she let the power go to her head, she smiled contently as she kept pushing the socks in at purposely slow rate. Paige meanwhile could only see the bottoms of the women slightly pink soles as she laid there accepting the abuse with extreme reluctance, Karen's fingers just kept poking and pushing the socks down and down with each poke squeezing a bit of sweat free. After several seconds the poking stopped with Paiges mouth being so overstuffed she couldn't even close it, before she had a chance to try her mouth was sealed shut anyways as Karen's wide feet slid a bit to completely cover her face. "And what game is that? It's so simple even you...whatever you are...can understand. Just shove the socks out of your mouth and you win. I'll be nice, if you somehow win I'll let you say all the rude things you want to me for a whole minute. You're welcome." At that point Paige heard the clinking of Karen's icy lemonade followed by the sounds of a magazine being opened as the cruel stepmother started relaxing peacefully with Paige being almost offended that she was being ignored... though as much as she hated to admit it she supposed being left alone to be a footrest was better than having to lick this vile woman's equally vile feet. But being a footrest for Karen was far from a vacation, her feet were certainly the widest she had ever encountered with both of them easily covering her entire head with plenty of meaty sole to spare. Then with the dry, blistering heat the sun blanketed everything with Karen's slightly pink skin was impossibly warm and clammy with so much sweat Paige felt as though her face was underwater, her bangs were certainly plastered to her forehead. "They're so goddamn heavy..." Paige thought with her head being basically shoved into the scorching cemet she laid upon. Just then Karen's feet began to shift a bit, they scooted around a little and by the time they came to a halt things somehow got even more humilating for Paige as her nose was now upturned with her nostrils pushed against the side of Karen's right sole. "You can't be serious..." A page of the magazine was turned and Paige heard the woman take a sip of her lemonade which must have been so much better than the things Paige was currently experiencing, with her nostrils swimming in sweat every single inhale she took brought with it the terrible stench of the forty-five year old feet. They were so sour and salty that even a the smallest of inhales made her nose burn horribly, her soles smelt vaguely of cleaning products, parmesan cheese and slightly like the socks she had been jogging in earlier. Those same socks were overstuffing Paiges mouth much to her extreme dislike, they're added stench certainly did
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