Betrayed By Ex-Girlfriend and Evil Friend--True Story
By Anonymous
Foot Dom, Worship, Smother




Date: December 3, 2004

An ex-girlfriend I had long ago used to indulge me in my developing offbeat
interests. At first it was just a competitive thing, but I suspect she
eventually liked the power of it after a while, and while things were going
good I think she genuinely enjoyed bringing me pleasure. In this recollection,
I will go through just a few of our experiences and recount an embarrassing
moment where she outed my fetish in front of her friends when she knew things
were going south anyway.

To protect the innocent, I will call her Pam. She was knockout gorgeous,
brunette, bright green eyes, amazing thin curvy body. About 5'2" probably 98
pounds with perfect breasts, great legs and size 6 feet. She had a naturally
good body and did no exercise whatsoever, and ate whatever she wanted with no
consequence. She was a bit high maintenance, too much make up, lot of
hairspray and always wore 2.5 to 3.5 inch heels, sometimes with hose and
sometimes without. She even wore the heels when it looked tacky like with
jeans. Once she even wore those ultra cheesy white frilly ankle socks. When
she dressed up it was toward the unintentionally white trash slutty rather
than the elegant. But hey, I loved her at the time. She was innocent and
sheltered. I was her first serious boyfriend, and she never really dated much
because she usually just hung out with her girlfriends and was always working,
first in a grocery store then as a waitress. I was always encouraging her to
apply for office jobs because waitressing was dead end.

Early on in the relationship, we would play board games, card games or wrestle
with the proviso that the loser would have to kiss the other persons feet or
ass. One time, we wrestled and she got me pinned. I of course struggled and
bucked enough so that she had to sit way up high on my chest with her crotch
right under my chin. She kept saying, "My foot is looking mighty good, and
your lips are going to be on it!" I was mouthing off and she gave me a few
slaps. Calling a gal a bitch will usually draw a slap or two I had learned.
Since I did not stop, she got pissed off and squeezed my head with her thighs.
That did not shut me up either. So she came up with the idea of spitting in my
face every time I said something derogatory. It might look cool on a video
when it happens to someone else, but it is very degrading and not an
experience I want to ever repeat. Getting mad at her did not help since she
realized she had found my hot button and kept spitting in my face. Eventually,
I said "I give," so she let me up. I tried to leave the room, but she said,
"Eh, eh, eh, you are forgetting something." She then sat on the edge of the
bed crossed one leg over the other and pointed to her foot. I knelt down to
kiss the top and she said, "No, kiss the bottom, and not a cheap kiss. Pucker
up and press those lips on there, and give it a little tongue." She had clear
hose on and had been wearing tacky white leather pumps. I did it. For about
the next month, she threatened to tell people that she had made me kiss her
foot.

On a subsequent time, we had a similar contest but this time the loser had to
kiss ass. I of course lost, and had to kiss her ass. These little contests got
more and more wicked to the point of having to lick the loser's feet, lick the
bottom of the loser's shoes, etc. I of course, was always the loser and she
eventually figured this out that the contests were rigged and were being
thrown, such that the punishment was really being received as a reward.

A few months later, the jig was up and things had progressed and she knew that
I got off on her feet, so on a regular basis she used to indulge me even
though she refused to have sex since she was saving herself for marriage. She
used to sit on my bed, or on a couch if noone was around at her place or mine.
She would eat cheese and crackers and watch TV while I either kneeled in front
of her if she was on the bed, or laid on my back on the floor with my face
under her feet with my legs up on either side of her if she was on the couch.
From either position, I would lick each of her feet. After licking her feet
for 30-40 minutes, she would then sit her ass on my face (always clothed)
facing the reverse way and jerk me off with lotion. Occasionally, I would luck
out because if she were in a skirt, it would only be a cotton panty separating
my face from her ass.

After a while I confided in her that I loved licking her feet and having her
sit her ass in my face. I suggested that she use a belt as a leash to make it
like she was forcing me against my will, and that she verbally degrade me,
ordering me to do it. So, being the thoughtful gal she was, this nightly
routine evolved a little to where she would put a belt around my neck like a
choker and tug it like a leash while I was licking, pulling my face into the
bottoms of her feet. She would also pull it upwards through her legs with her
free hand while jerking me off so my face would go deeper into her clothed
ass. Periodically I would say, "OK, I am done, your feet smell," or "This is a
little too degrading, let's do something else," in order to trigger a command.
She would then pull the belt leash tight and say "Lick the bottoms of my feet,
now! You are done when I say you are done," "Or just get your nose up my ass
where it belongs," and other phrases to that effect. Looking back, I was a
real sap for her. No nudity, no fellatio, nada. Only me licking her feet and
getting jerked off with my nose in her ass five or six times a week. But I
have to admit, I enjoyed the hell out of it and was addicted. I had no need
for regular sex. I think it ended up reinforcing the fetish. This went on for
about 18 months or so.

We began to have problems, and were seeing a little less of each other (2-3x
per week), still in love but constantly fighting. I was still getting my
special brand of indulgement but near the end I felt that sometimes she was
more going through the motions and just kind of looking at me in a weird way
while dominating me. But there was one very memorable event that happened near
the end of the relationship.

She had a party at her place and having gone only to all girl schools for high
school and her all-girl college she was attending, she had mainly female
friends, most of whom were very good looking. They were all friends for a long
time, grew up together and were in the same cool, pretty girls cliques
together. One of her friends was even hotter than her with a body that could
stop time. Black hair, brown eyes, buff body, very petite with sharp features
that almost had a bit of a Latin American look. Always tanned, rich coloring.
My girlfriend was pale skinned but still pretty hot too. This hot friend, whom
I will call Val, was Pam's best friend and also the one who hated my guts for
the longest time since I took her best friend away when we got more serious.
They used to hang out every day before I came along. And in some of our
fights, she had relayed that Val said I was a manipulator, monopolizing her
time, taking away her identity and costing her friendships.

Things between me and Val got a little more cordial after my relationship with
Pam started hitting the rocks, since Pam spent more time with her and she was
satisfied that she was making headway in her quest to get me out of the
picture. But Val and I were always very sarcastic with one another and half
the time I thought she might mean a lot of the stuff she said allegedly in
sarcasm. Being a bit of a cocky college boy with big city internship, straight
A and jock type, and really viewing Val as a threat to the relationship, I
would always hit back with equally low blow comments about her and her family
amounting to nothing, her going nowhere in life, etc. That was her hot button.
Regrettably, this gave Val more ammo since my girlfriend had recently dropped
out of college.

I always suspected Val was the one trying to submarine the relationship so she
could have her friend back. I also wondered if Val was gay, in denial and in
love with Pam since she was an 11 on a scale of 1-10, with an aerobics addict
body, but never had a boyfriend or a date that I know of the whole time I was
dating Pam. Worse yet, Val had a sister who was also a knockout with a similar
hard body. The sister was also an asshole, like Val, but with the same kind of
coloring, hair eyes and killer body, but even better looking (slightly). She
was one year younger than Val, and she also was not very fond of me. Pam had
several times during the course of the relationship accused me of checking out
Val and her sister and forced me to admit that she did have an incredible body
. . . but that she was not the one I loved . . . and that Val's sister was
very attractive. These little test questions regularly included such gems as,
"What if Val came on to you and there was no way I could find out?" One time I
replied that I would only do it if it was a threesome. Later the questions
took an uncomfortable turn like "Would you get hard if you licked Val's feet
or is it just mine?" and "If Val's little sister sat on your face, would you
get hard?" Always a little head game jealousy with women. It probably did not
help that a few times I gave a sarcastic response like "Only if her little
sister comes too." Since this inflamed things, I later opted for "Hey come on,
knock it off, stop being so insecure." I think deep down Pam was jealous of
Val and her sister because she was constantly peppering me like this.

Anyway, at this party, all of us had been drinking, my girlfriend too much so.
We were alone in another room and I was lying on the floor watching the tube
for just a few minutes since there was a game on. She walked in and said "What
are you doing alone in here?" She looked really hot on this occasion, and had
on a peach miniskirt, white blouse and white pumps with about a 3 inch heel. I
said, "Catching the tail end of the game." She then, out of character, said,
"I'll give you a tail end," walked over and stood over me facing the TV with
one pump on either side of my head. This was definitely the booze talking. She
then dropped her panties down, briefly lifted one leg to get it out of them
and sat her bare ass right on my face. This was a first. I was very surprised
but licked away for all I was worth. She obviously enjoyed it because
eventually she rocked forward so her pussy was right there. This was the first
time I ever got any pussy the whole relationship. Wow. She loved it and was
saying things like "Oh my God, that feels so good." After about 15 minutes,
she heard someone coming, so she hopped off though. Needless to say, I did not
get my rocks off but was pretty horned up.

We rejoined the party and later near the end of the party, real late, it was
just me and a bunch of her female friends who were loaded. There were four of
them crammed onto an old couch in the living room and a few others on the
floor. Another was on a comfy arm chair and there was an empty arm chair with
just coats on it. Pam was in the kitchen with another friend, Val, the real
hot one.

I went into the room and lay on the floor on my stomach in the only free floor
space, next to two of the gals that were sitting Indian style, Tina and Liz
(real names). Liz was not a bad kid and tolerated me, good looking, decent bod
but not a stunner like Pam, Val and Val's sister. Tina did not like me at all
and had always told Pam she should dump me, but Pam had told me before that
Tina thought I was hot and had a hot body. Love/hate thing I guess. I just
told Pam that she was jealous of our relationship because her boyfriend had
just cheated on her and then dumped her for someone he met at college. Worst
part was, when they broke up, her told her that she was going nowhere in life.
I think part of that experience made her resent me. Tina had a great body from
distance running which she was addicted to, and a hot face. She did not make
herself up, wore her hair too short, dressed awful, and had no style, but you
could tell that with a makeover, she would be in Pam and Val's league. She did
have nice eyes though and great gams. She was good looking. And she did look
pretty good in the shorts she had on.

When I laid down, there were about 14 inches of free space on my other side
and the coat filled chair next to that. The TV was on and everyone was half
listening/half watching, listening to the music playing from the stereo,
talking, drinking, joking, cajoling. When Pam came into the room leaving her
hot friend in the kitchen, she sat on my back straddling me, pulled and
brought her feet together under my face as if she were doing the age-old groin
stretch with the soles facing each other and knees out to the side. She then
started massaging my neck so that my head was unintentionally forced down with
my face pressed downward onto her upturned foot bottoms. She and almost
everyone else was barefoot as this point. I was a little embarrassed at the
position since my face was pressed into her feet in front of several other
women, but the massage felt good and noone said anything. I was a little
concerned that she opted for this position when she could have just straddled
me in a normal fashion.

Unfortunately, one of her friends noticed the oddity and said, "Ew, your feet
are touching his face. He has his face in your feet." She then replied, "Oh,
that's OK, he likes my feet in his face." This I did not need. There were a
few giggles and chuckles and snickers and I heard one of them say "That's
gross." I was really embarrassed and wished I could disappear. Pam could not
leave it alone though and used her booze-induced wit to say, "He likes the
smell of my feet and even licks them." It was a totally unnecessary outing of
our private matters and my tastes. They erupted in laughter and shrieks and
"Ew's". The girl in the other arm chair said, "Get outta here" in disbelief.
One of her friends on the couch said, "I'll let him lick mine." Laugh, Laugh,
Laugh. I said, "Don't bring your disgusting waitress feet any where near me."
Tina, sitting Indian style next to me uncrossed a leg and attempted to put her
foot under my nose. I shoved it away and said "Knock it off you loser. Get
your feet out of my face. You're fugly" This was followed by her other friends
sticking up for her saying "Don't call her a loser, you footlicker." This was
followed by another chorus of laughter. Another said, "Don't call her ugly."
This defense was probably brought on because it was obvious she was not ugly.
Tina was hot. Smoking body, distance runner, but a little stuck up, and
forgive me, but a little stupid.

And then insults lobbed back and forth as I called them losers, ranked on
their schools, their towns, and especially their jobs. I probably went a bit
overboard since they were not from a well to do area and most were uneducated
or in small colleges part time and all but three worked as waitresses. The
others worked in service roles, one as counter help in a bakery, one as a
receptionist in a car dealership and one as a secretary at some company. It
was a little arrogant since I came off as an Ivy League elitist snob, but hey,
I was embarrassed by Pam outing me, had beer balls and lost my cool when they
all piled on making fun of me on such a sensitive subject. I did not really
like having a room full of people know my personal tastes, not to mention
passing judgment on them and laughing at me.

But it did not end here. When Pam got off my back and went back into the
kitchen to help the hot friend Val with something, I rolled toward the empty
coat chair so I was right next to it, on my back with my arms/hands crossed
behind my head and my fingers interlaced. One of the girls got off the couch
to get another drink and kicked me in the head on the way out. I swore at her,
called her a name and her friends again fired back their own insults on their
own behalf. The booze had made everyone a little too belligerent.

My girlfriend returned and sat down Indian style beside me. Her friends were
telling her how I insulted them and told her that some of the shit that I said
about waitresses, dropouts, loserville, etc. applies to her too. Pam and I
exchanged loser accusations, but fortunately not quite as venomously as with
her friends. When Val came into the room, she said, "I have no place to sit."
Pam said, "Just move those coats." Val carried the coats to the kitchen,
returned and said "Can you all squeeze over, there is no room in front of the
chair." Not content to leave the salted wound as is, Pam said, "Just put your
feet up on his chest, he won't mind." I could feel my skin turn a little red.
Val said, "I don't know, I waitressed two shifts before I got here and they
probably don't smell too good right now." Pam said, "Just do it, trust me he
won't mind," with a sarcastic edge and a knowing look to Val.

So Val went ahead, climbed over the arm of the chair and put her feet flat on
my upper chest near my neck which was right straight lined up with that last
open seat. She said, "Oh, this is nice." I said, "Those stink" and Pam said,
"Shut up, don't insult my friend like that." I did enjoy having gorgeous Val's
feet on me and did like their smell but would have preferred a little privacy,
like perhaps her alone or her and Pam. So I had to put up a little protest. I
did not like what happened next though.

The girl on the couch that I had argued with said, "You can even put them on
his face, he will enjoy it." Tina, the hottie sitting Indian style next to my
girlfriend, who had tried to shove her foot in my face earlier said, "I'll bet
he will even lick them." They were all brimming with drunken laughter at each
stupid comment. I retorted, "It's no wonder Greg dumped you for a girl with a
life." That brought a glare back from Tina, a punch to the chest from Pam, and
a kick from the ball of Val's foot to my cheek.

The couch girl who kicked me in the head earlier said, "I want to see him lick
them." She then started to chant "Lick, lick, lick," but no one joined her. I
said, "Ooh that went over real big. Where did you learn that one, studying for
your G.E.D. or using your brain waitressing?" Just then, Val said, "Hey, that
is out of line. There is no need to be an asshole," and put her right foot
squarely over my mouth and leaned forward a little pressing my head onto my
interlocking hands. The girl that I just insulted also instantly fired back,
"You are putting that education to good use by licking Pam's feet. I think I
would rather waitress than lick other people's feet." They all laughed
heartily. With Val's foot still pressing on my mouth, I could not respond, but
the waitress insult was a stupid one on my part since most of them waitressed
for work, including Pam.

Three of the girls on the couch who had been talking then got up and one of
them came over and stood with a foot on each of my forearms. Simultaneously,
another came over and sat on my lower stomach right next to Pam and said, "Do
you mind if we teach him some manners and respect for women?" Pam said, "I
don't give a shit. I am wasted and besides, I am obviously just a stupid
waitress dropout so what the hell do I know." While she was talking the third
one had at the same time sat on my legs right over the knee caps. The three of
them had obviously planned the assault.

Val lifted her foot and said, "Now look who the loser is." When I opened my
mouth to swear and angrily respond she just plopped her foot right back down
and said, "Now we can't have that, I think I like your mouth better under my
foot, closed and quiet, even if my low class waitress foot does smell." Then
she giggled and so did the audience. Tina, who sat Indian style and had tried
to shove her foot in my face earlier then told Pam they would clean everything
up from tonight, and cover her shifts for the next week and take turns
treating her for lunch if they could get me to lick their feet.

Pam said, "Sounds like a no brainer to me," and jumped onto my chest in a
straddle. I now had three of them sitting on me straddle style, Pam on my
chest, one on my stomach/hips, one on my knees, another girl still standing on
my forearms and Val's feet planted one on my upper chest/neck and one pressing
on my mouth. This was a little more than I would have fantasized about. A
one-on-one, maybe two-on-one is fine, but a room full of people calling you a
weirdo and then pinning you 5 on 1 while three others look on is a little
much.

Pam said, "Looks like a good week for me so start licking." Val lifted her
foot a little and said "Come on, lick my feet." I did not obey since I really
prefer this type of activity in private. When I did not lick them, Val said,
"Come on, lick them." And began to tap my lips first lightly then harder. When
that did not work, Val said, "You might as well just give in and lick them
since it is going to be a long night for you and there is no way you can get
up." Pam then said, "Come on, I have a lot riding on this." Val said, "The
longer you make us wait, the longer you will have to lick each of our feet."

Pam then turned her head toward the couch girl who was sitting on my lower
stomach/hip bones and said, "Punch him in the stomach until he does it." This
was one of the ones I had it out with, so she needed no encouragement. Being a
workout buff and a martial artist, this was at first no problem but after a
while, Tina joined in with a few stomps which coming from the side were
catching my floating ribs and getting progressively harder. Pam also advised
the puncher to aim a little higher for the solar plexus, knowledge I had
previously given her when showing her a few self defense moves. After three or
four shots, I was toast and said "OK, OK, I will do it." I had no choice.
Workout buff or not, there were five of them holding me down, including Val.
That is over 500 pounds. Not happening.

So there it happened. I licked both of Val's feet while they laughed their
asses of and said things like "Ew," "Gross" and "What a loser." Every time I
stopped licking and tried to retort, Val would press her foot over my mouth
and say, "Hey, shut up and get back to licking my feet," followed by shrieks
of laughter. Being the conniving, sharp witted, sarcasm monger that she was, I
remember vividly her saying, "Well, if I am an uneducated loser waitress
dropout, and you are licking my feet, then you must be an even bigger loser,
since you are licking my feet." It was then that Val made up the rule that any
time I stopped licking and retorted to the rounds of insults being hurled at
me, I would have to lick longer and they would tack on penalty time.

After this to add unnecessary insult to injury, Tina noticed and had to
announce that I had a hard on from licking Val's feet. The girl sitting on my
legs said, "Oh my God, he is getting a boner from licking Val's feet." This
resulted in more drunken laughter, and more insults, more chants of "loser",
"pervert", "weirdo" and "freak". Val then said, "Gee, I never knew you had a
thing for me, or at least for my feet" One of the girls said, "Pam, are you
jealous?" Pam replied, "I thought my feet were special, but I guess he is just
a waitress foot licker," and then laughed. Val then called me a "Two-timer"
for "getting hard while licking my feet," and began to drum my face with foot
slaps. Pam then announced, "I asked him if he would get hard from licking
Val's feet or her sister's feet, and he always dodged the question. Well now I
now the answer." She was genuinely pissed.

Val then said, "My sister? You want me to call her and have her come over so
you can lick her feet too?" Then she turned her head to Lisa and said, "Go
grab me the phone, Leese, I'm gonna call my sister so we can find out if it is
true." Then, I had to painfully listen as Val told her sister that, "Pam's
boyfriend is here lying on the floor with my feet on his face, licking the
bottoms of my feet and he has a hard on from it.." She was looking right at me
as she said all of this. She listened as her sister replied, and then
continued, "Pam said he has a thing for both of us, for our feet actually!"
She then told her to come over and get her feet licked, finishing with "You
gotta see this!" After the call ended, Val said, "Lucky you, my sis just got
off her shift and is on her way over."

Pam suggested that one of the spectator girls go grab a chair from the
kitchen, and when the girl returned with it, she instructed them to position
it over me so Val could sit in it with her feet directly over my face. As the
licking continued, Val then said, "I have never had my feet licked before
this, and I must admit, it is pretty cool. And obviously from you hard on, you
are enjoying it too."

Drunken Pam, who had gotten up in order to put the chair over me, then had the
kneecap girl scoot back a little so she (Pam) could sit on my upper thighs.
She then said, "If I am going to share him, I might as well really share him,
so she unzipped my fly and manipulated my boxers to pop my erection right out
through the peep hole in front of everyone. This was met my shock and
laughter, outright giddiness, and rounds of comments about how they could not
believe I had such a hard on from licking Val's feet. Someone even called me a
cheat and a scumbag for getting hard over my girlfriend's best friend's feet.

Val then added, "Since you seem to be really enjoying this, I want my toes
sucked too." And with that, she forced her toes into my mouth. I really had no
choice but to comply since I had no escape and the penalty was more face slaps
that were a little too hard, bruised floating ribs, solar plexus punches and
more time tacked on to the end anyway. Val then had to add another piece of
sarcasm, "I think you have found your calling. You should see if you can
change your major to foot licking. The problem is though that you would not
make too much money licking waitresses feet since you would have to do it for
free." Then she and her friends continued to yuck it up. "Come to think of
it," she said, "since you are the one getting hard over this, you should be
paying us."

With that, Pam told spectator girl to go fish my wallet out of my coat in the
kitchen and she proceeded to pay Val $20.00 of the $200 or so had in my wallet
since according to my hard on, "I was getting cheap thrills."

Obnoxious Lisa then asked if she could step on it. Pam said, "I don't give a
shit. He is getting hard from licking Val's feet so go ahead. Be my guest." So
Lisa then began stepping on it pressing it upward against my pubic bone and
kicking it lightly. Thank God she did not go after my balls. Lisa then offered
Pam money if she jerked me off right then and there in front of them while I
sucked Val's toes. I don't remember the exact amount, but the rest of them
chimed it that they would chip in to the pool. Pam said, "Since he likes my
friends' feet so much, why don't you do it with your feet." She had again
betrayed me since she knew I liked getting foot jobs from her. Lisa then said,
"I am not going to jerk him off. Remember I am 'fugly'. Let Val do it. She's
the one he has the boner over. Besides, I want my feet licked by college boy."

Pam then took $100 out of my wallet and offered it to Val if she jerked me off
with her feet. Val said, "Alright fine, that's a whole night's tips" and
grabbed the cash. So Lisa got in Val's seat and told me, "Time for you to lick
away. My feet need a real good cleaning. Since I am 'fugly' and don't have a
'real life' maybe this will change your attitude" This was again met with
laughter from all. Pam told Val where the lotion was and also asked her to
grab a belt from her closet. I feared the obvious.

Val asked for what, and Pam said "You'll see." After Val returned with both
items, she lubed up her feet and began to stroke up and down the shaft. This
went on for a bit, and I was too nervous to cum^�tage fright. In order to
continue to betray me, Pam told Lisa, "Put the belt around his neck, loop it
through like a choker. It turns him on when you tug it and order him to lick
your feet." Lisa did as told. Her friends were really yucking it up now.
"Weirdo." "What a perv." "Creepo." Then Pam's drunken loose lipped betrayal
continued, as she said "Put your toes in his mouth. Having the foot crammed in
there is what really turns him on." Lisa took to this like a skater to ice. I
think she was enjoying it more than me, calling me the "Biggest loser", a
"Footlicking Loser", a "Toe-Sucking Wimp". Val's sister arrived during this
and was flabbergasted at what she saw, put her hands to her face and was
laughing hysterically.

After the "special instructions" from Pam to Lisa regarding the cramming of
toes and degradation, it did not take long to lose my load. Val was laughing
her ass off. Lisa then said, "You came with my foot in your mouth. This is a
night I will never forget." Some sprayed the back of another girl but she did
not notice. I think some might have even shot up at Lisa's back in the chair.
Pam split up what was left in my wallet evenly among them as payment for my
"cheap thrills" while this was going on.

It was at that point that the shame and humiliation really set in, except
unlike in a fantasy where you just want to clean up, I had to stay there with
my dick out, and limp, cum on me and keep licking when it was no longer a turn
on. Pam immediately told Val's sister how I liked to cum while she sat with
her ass in my face and degraded me, and how I lied about getting hard over
Val's feet. This brought more ridicule and disgust from the crowd. Val said,
"Man, you are a fuckin' weirdo." At one point Lisa said, "Where the hell did
you find this guy?" Pam then told Val's sister that one time she asked me if I
would get hard if Val's sister sat on my face, and wanted to see if I lied
about that too. Pam then left the room saying, "I think I already know the
answer." Val's sister looked down at me under another girl's feet and said,
"Well I guess we will just have to find out, huh, loser foot licker boy?"

Val's sister had been told about all the things I said about their jobs and
lives. Val and Lisa had had their turns and three other girls had gone over
the course two hours while Val's sister watched with a look of bewilderment.
She seemed to take more delight than the others degrading me during the
process of making me lick her feet, and seemed to pull the leash a little
tighter than the last two girls. She said, "Looks like for all your ragging on
waitresses, low-life's, and dropouts, you sure like to lick our feet. I can't
believe you got off with Lisa's toes in your mouth" Later she said, "So tell
me, how long have you had this crush on Val and my feet? . . . Is it just the
smell of my feet, or the taste? . . . If Pam breaks up with you for being hot
for our feet, do you want to date my feet? . . . Part of me always suspected
you were a real weirdo." They were all getting good laughs still.

Since about two hours had passed, I guess I had recovered a little and leave
it to Lisa, she said, "Oh my God, he is getting hard again." I had not
realized it until she announced it. I was a little sensory overloaded being
held by a five person rotation and used as a foot rage with a leash on my neck
and verbally degraded. Unfortunately for me, it had to happen on Val's
sister's turn, or maybe that is why it did. Val's sister said, "Well, well,
looks like you do have a thing for my feet and Val's feet. You did not get
hard for anyone else." Lisa piped up and argued that her toes were in my mouth
when I came. Val pointed out that I got the hard on from her feet first and
that she was the one who brought it out.

With a little coaxing from Val, Val's sister said I guess we will have to find
out the answer to the question. So with that, she got up, turned around and
sat her ass right in my face. Everyone was laughing or making noises of
disapproval. I was rock hard and there was not a thing I could do about it.
After much mock debate, Val and her sister agreed that it would be a sisters
thing and Val's sister would jerk me with her feet while Val took the leash to
degrade me with her toes in my mouth. The two gorgeous sisters got me off in
about 2 minutes flat.

Again, it did not end like a consensual act, and Val insisted that I lick well
after the point where I wanted to. To make matters worse a few other girls had
not yet gone, and I had to lay there and lick their feet. I can't remember if
it was two more or three more, but luckily, the very last one was not into it,
and just did it out of peer pressure since they were cajoling her when she
said she was not interested in having me lick her feet. She just head the
leash lightly and did not really say much. But she did not need to since Val
and her wicked sister supplied all the soundtrack necessary. Eventually they
let me up and everyone left except Val and her sister who were going to sleep
over. Pam had already long since passed out by the time the last one finished.
Val and her sister were left taunted, "Aren't you going to thank me for
letting you lick my feet, and jerking you off with them? . . . Can you lick
them after every shift? . . . I know we are just waitresses but it is not
often that a guy gets a woodie from licking our feet . . . Next time I will
only charge you ten bucks to lick my feet." On my way out, Val's sister said,
"You come back again soon and lick our feet okay. Us low life waitresses can
really use the money." I left with no pride.

Pam and I broke up over the phone the next day. Regrettably, Pam had not put
my wallet back in my jacket and did not want to see me. She said she gave it
to Val and that I could pick it up from her at her work. Of course, that meant
I had to go there and risk her outing me again. Fortunately, she did not. But
she could not resist a little dig, saying, "I heard you guys broke up. My feet
are free later if you want to lick them. You can lick them right here if you
want." I said "Very funny." She then clued me in saying, "Don't worry, I knew
all along anyway, Pam used to tell me everything. You sure you don't want a
quick lick before you go?" I took my wallet and left.

Moral of the story, I guess knowledge is power. It is precisely this type of
outing that keeps us in the closet on these matters. Thank God they did not
think to get a camera. Probably too drunk. I never saw Pam again, but did run
into Val about a decade later. Things were cordial and nothing was brought up
but I knew she had to have been thinking about what transpired.

Luckily for me, I moved on to other women, including my wife who loves my
special tastes and has for years.