Me: "Hi there!"

Shawn: "Wanna come over, I have my socks still on"

Me: "Sure, I'll take care of you. Let me put some pants on and I'll be right over."

Shawn had messaged me a few times prior to this early, cold November morning, but for one reason or another, we were never able to meet up. This morning was different. Thank God, because I was starting to experience withdrawals for his feet.

About a week prior to this story, I had messaged Shawn and asked if he would consider keeping his socks on for me again, even promising not to take this pair. He didn't reply, but I knew that he would honor my request in his own time.

I drove to his house and let myself in through the unlocked front door, making my way to his room and closing the door behind me. Shawn was laying on his bed as usual, wearing nothing but his socks and watching Charmed on his phone. His socks were mismatched, one Gildan white ankle sock with grey toes and heel and one unlabeled white ankle sock with a completely grey bottom. Both were still warm with slight sweat stains on the bottom. As I was taking off my jacket and setting my phone and water bottle on the floor, he noticed my presence and shined the light from his phone on me. My position in his life had been made perfectly clear; I was his weekend hookup and foot slave, nothing more. Not wanting to get emotionally attached again, I avoided eye contact and kept my eyes on the ground.

After Shawn's attention was back on his phone, I got down on my knees at the foot of his bed and began rubbing both feet. His socks were as well worn as the last pair. I leaned forward, placed my nose between his spread toes and inhaled. These socks smelled different, a kind of sweet smell. It brought alcoholic beverages to mind, and made me wonder if some drinks had been spilled on him while he was at work. While still rubbing both feet, I opened my mouth and started sucking and chewing on the toes of Shawn's right socked foot. After I had the toes of this foot soaked in my spit, Shawn moved his left foot towards my face. Taking my cue, I licked his left socked foot from the heel to his toes, engulfing his toes and sucking and chewing on them until they were soaked, as well.

While sucking away, I felt Shawn's right foot moving again. He was rubbing his heel back and forth against his mattress. He then lifted his heel up towards my face, and I saw what he was doing; Shawn was rubbing his heel on the mattress to begin the process of removing his sock, and now wanted me to finish the job. I placed my fingers underneath his sock and rolled it up until it was right at the ball of his foot. Then, I clamped down on his toes, sucking on them some more until finally tugging his sock off with my teeth. I brought his sock up to my face and inhaled deeply, my cock stirring as I savored that sweet, sweaty scent. I then assaulted his exposed foot with my tongue, not leaving a single dry spot on his beautiful, sexy foot. His feet are normally hard and calloused, but keeping them in their socks for me had made them softer, and I loved it.

I had expected Shawn to allow me to take off his other sock at my leisure like last time, but this was not the case. As I sucked, bit and licked his right foot, he started rubbing his left heel against the mattress. I grabbed this foot and repeated the sock removing process, rolling the sock up to the ball of his foot before pulling it off by the toes with my teeth, Shawn pulling his foot back to help me. I inhaled his damp, exposed flesh, rubbing my face against his foot and toes, making my my face smell like his feet.

I was enjoying being at my master's feet and toes again, sucking, licking, biting and slurping like the hungry foot pig I am. Like usual, Shawn moved his foot where he wanted my tongue and mouth to go, silently instructing me to lick between his toes, lick his instep, suck his toes, and suck and chew on his heel. It was then that I was reminded of my place. I began licking and sucking down to his ankle, then up his leg, planning on making my way up to his cock. But before I could even get to his calf, Shawn pulled his comforter over to him and covered his upper body. Master had spoken, I was to service only his feet tonight, my services on his cock not wanted or needed.

I had become too accustomed to doing as I please with his feet, but tonight I was made to know my place; I'm not to do anything without Master asking it of me. I should've known better, but our last encounter was so kinky, fun and relatively free of commands, I had forgotten.

Anyway, I kept sucking his feet, and soon heard Shawn snoring. I quietly gathered my things, bent down and sucked the big toe of each foot, kissed both feet, and made my exit. I won't forget my place again.

As promised, I also left his socks on his bed, but not before taking one last deep inhale of each one.