I had recently moved to South Carolina for a new job.
Once I arrived with the moving truck on a sunny Thursday, I noticed a few of the neighbors walking towards me. They welcomed me to the neighborhood, some brought cookies or other homemade goods, and others greeted me with a simple hello. I thanked them for their hospitality and I noticed one of the neighbours in particular, he was a tall middle aged white man in his late 50s, clean shaven, had glasses, and was balding in the front. However when I looked down I saw he had some of the biggest feet I had ever seen in my life, at least over size 12. I realized I had been staring at his shoes for almost 10s straight and then immediately said "Sorry about that, I've never seen shoes that big haha". He responded saying "Haha I get that a lot, I'm Todd Miller, welcome to the neighborhood. Come visit me sometime, I live in the yellow house in the back." "I definitely will, thanks for the warm welcome". We shook hands and I continued the moving process into my new house. After 2 weeks, I had completely finished moving into my new home and decided to take up Mr. Millers offer to visit him. I walked to his house, rang the doorbell, and after about 30s I heard the unlocking of the door.
Mr. Miller was wearing a light blue polo, khaki pants, and light brown loafers. "Hey John, how are you, come inside." "I'm doing great Mr. Miller, thank you". I walked inside and his house looked relatively normal, a TV, couch, etc. His wife came in with a tray of drinks and said "Hey John, thanks for stopping by, I'll be heading out but you should have some of this lemonade". Mr. Miller and I each took a glass of lemonade from the tray and Mrs.Miller left the house. Mr. Miller and I talked for a while about why I moved, some of the famous places in South Carolina like Pawleys' Island, and basically gave me a list of things I could do here.
We then walked over to the couch and Mr. Miller said "I'm gonna turn on the TV now, Florida state and Clemson are having a game now". I said "I'm betting on Clemson to win", "So am I haha". "Hey John do you mind if I put my feet up while I watch the game" "Oh not at all Mr. Miller, I'll move over". I scooted over to the opposite side of Mr. Millers couch and he propped up his feet onto the couch facing me. I took a few glances at his brown loafers and realized that he wasn't wearing socks. At a certain point I had been taking long glances examining his shoes from bottom to top.
"Hey John, is there something on my shoes",
"Oh no, sorry Mr. Miller I just-",
"Ah, If you're wondering why I'm not wearing socks, it's because my feet tend to sweat a lot when I wear them". We continued watching the game but now all I could think about was what his feet look like after coming out of those manly shoes. "Maybe you should take your shoes off Mr. Miller since you said they sweat a lot", "They might stink, but alright". Mr. Miller took off his brown loafers and I got to see his perfect feet. His feet were a rich sand like color from bottom to top. His soles were thick and meaty, had a few wrinkles but still looked extremely soft. He had big powerful defined arches and some of the most manly toes I've ever come across. His toenails were trimmed and his feet were glistening with a small layer of sweat. He then crossed his giant soles above the ankles and we continued watching the game. I couldn't stop staring at his feet and by halftime, Mr. Miller had noticed me staring once again. "I've noticed you've been staring at my feet John, do you want to touch them?" "Yes Sir-I mean yes Mr. Miller". Mr. Miller smirked and his demeanor changed from a warm and cordial man to a dominant and commanding one. "How about you start by massaging my right foot, boy", "Yes Mr. Miller". I massaged his right foot making sure to reach every wrinkle. They we're extremely soft and gave off a light odor.
After 10 minutes he said "Now onto to left one now". Another 10 minutes passed and I was left wondering whether this was real. I soon got my answer as Mr. Miller smiled and asked me "How did you like that, you can be honest with me, I had my suspicions about you since the first time I caught you staring at my shoes". "Wha-What did you mean by that Mr. Miller". He burst out in laughter "HA HA HA, John, you like my feet", "Yes Mr. Miller you keep them cle-", he then shouted "NO JOHN, I know you want to serve my feet, be under them, worship them". I grew red from embarrassment as he just announced my inner thoughts. "Start sniffing, now son" he said and then snapped his fingers. Responding like a dog I sniffed at his feet making sure to get in between each of his toes. He then grabbed my nose with his foot saying "How do they smell son?", "I love them Mr. Miller", "Ah, ah, ah, you will refer to me as Sir from now on", "Yes Sir".
He then forcefully rubbed his massive feet all over my face "I've missed having a doormat to wipe my feet on, good thing I have your face now" he chuckled. My face was now drenched in foot sweat and all I could think about was that I must be in heaven. "How did you know I wanted to serve you Sir", "Son, you couldn't stop watching my feet the entire time we were watching the game, and I could see the tent forming in your pants". I grew red and he responded "There's nothing to be ashamed of son, I've always wanted someone to take care of my feet like this". "Now get on the floor boy". I lied on the ground next to his feet and asked "What is it Sir?". He responded saying "My 2 dogs used to lick my feet clean everyday I came back from work, It was such a nice show of their love for me, come on now son, show me how much you love these feet".
I got up on my knees barked and began licking the tops of his feet. "HA HA HA, that's my foot puppy, keep on massaging them with your tongue". He held each of his feet up and I kissed them while he wiggled them on my face. He then propped his feet onto the coffee table saying "Clean em up, if they aren't spotless then there'll be no treat for you". "Yes Sir" and I licked the bottoms of his feet making sure to lap up all the sweat and dirt on his heels. I was now reduced to his personal foot puppy and I made sure to fulfill my duties. I licked between each wrinkle on his superior white feet, took long large licks on his powerful arches and by the time I got ready for his toes, his feet were caked in my saliva. "Down boy", I sat and waited for my masters command. "Since you've served your owner well, I'll let you have at them, you can service yourself to my toes" he said while laughing and wiggling them. He then scrunched his toes and uncrossed them.
I immediately rushed to worship his plump toes, I made sure to sniff in between each one savoring the manly odor emanating off them. I then started to suck the toe jam out, "Ah, that feels great boy, I knew you would be the perfect person to clean these toes, make sure to get all that tasty toe jam out" he chuckled. Finally I nibbled on his toes nails and kissed the tops of his feet as a sign of respect. I made sure to get any skin flaking off them too. "How was it to serve my feet son, were they toesty heh heh" he laughed. "I-I loved it Sir" and then bowed down at his feet. The door clicked open and I got up. Mrs.Miller walked in and said "I hope you both had fun". Mr. Miller chuckled "we sure did honey".
Mr. Miller then walked up to me and whispered in my ear "Come visit me again neighbour" and then walked away with a dominant smirk and wink.
Little did I know this was just the start of our fun.
