by Mahal M
I sat in my room staring at the phone. I was waiting for His call. I needed his feet again. His beautiful blue socks made my dick get a pulse. I sat in the kitchen for 2 and a half hours until finally the phone rang. It was him.
"Hey Slave! Get to my house! NOW!" He hung up the phone. I quickly ran to get my stuff ready. I packed a bag and rushed out the door screaming to my mom that I was staying over a friends that night.
When I got to his house, it looked like no one was home. Perfect! I thought to myself. I walked up the from steps and before I even got to the door, Connor cam outside in nothing but underwear. "Strip! Down to your underwear!" I obliged but then I realized we were outside. For all I knew, the entire school was watching us. He grabbed my dick and dragged me inside. I threw my bag on the floor. "You won't be needing that tonight! Or for the next 2 weeks! My parents are gone. I already spoke with your mom and told her I was afraid to be alone so I wanted a responsible person to be with me."
I didn't know what to do. I just stood there. Connor looked at me as though I were doing something wrong. I decided I should kneel. "Good Slave." I was, in a way, a little afraid but mostly anxious to get started. It was about 6:00 on a Friday night so I figured we would probably be awake all night. My coffee would be his feet. He stood over me his raging boner just tickling my nose.
"First things first, you are now my slave! Obviously! HAHA! You do what I say, when I say it! Got it!" Before I replied he yelled, "GOOD!" I watched him walk over to his recliner. He put his feet half way up but then stopped. "No actually, SLAVE! Get your ass over here!" I crawled on my hands and knees over to him and like a hammer coming down on a nail, his feet jabbed my back. His heels digging into my naked back. "AH!" He played back with one hand behind his head. The other began to take off his boxers. He stopped, and told me to do it. I reached one hand up but he yelled. "With your teeth!" I was afraid to let his feet fall off of me so I tried my hardest to reach for his underwear.
He intentionally threw his feet off of just looking for a way to punish me. "Ugh! You little bastard! You let my feet touch the floor! You know what that means." He had the biggest grin from ear to ear on his face. He stood up and put a collar around my neck and attached me to a leash. He pulled me like a dog over to a door. When he opened it, he pushed me through, it was to the basement. I fell a few steps but my leash forbade me to fall any further. He walked down the steps, stepping on both my face and my weak little dick on his way down. As he continued, he dragged me along. I felt like a rag doll being pulled down the stairs by a little girl.
When I finally made it down every last step I saw a table. "I bought it just for you! Hop up Slave!" I jumped up onto the table and realized it wasn't just a table, it was a restraint table. I played out flat and I felt him pull off my underwear. My hard dick was now standing up straighter than anyone in the world. He walked around the table tying each of my appendages to each corner. As he finished he walked to the end of the table, by my feet.
"Your in for it these next 2 weeks. This is all you'll see. These walls, this ceiling and this table. And my feet of course!" He jumped onto the table making sure to place one foot straight on my balls. His hands went straight for my armpits. I laughed hysterically. I was the worlds most ticklish person. The feeling of his soft fingers tickling my underarms sent a jolt of electricity though my veins. He sat on top of my stomach, it became very hard to breathe. He stomped his feet onto my face. Grinding his toes in my eyes. He gently patted my cheeks with his delectable soles and he pried my mouth open with his long toes.
The scent of his feet was intoxicating. It smelled like he had just come home from the gym. His toes tasted like freshly cut parmesan cheese. But then, his feet were gone. My neck was strapped down, I couldn't look to see where he went. The next thing I new was the I had a big blue sock in my mouth and something tied around my head covering my eyes. The taste of the sock was delicious. For me, it tasted like sweaty chocolate milk dipped in a dirty hamper!
To be continued... what will happen?
