Friend's Jealous Little Sister

Foot Worship and Foot Dom


December 2, 2004

In my younger days, my best friend was a girl up the street. She was one year
older than me, a bit of a tomboy, athlete and very good looking but dorky and
not cool. She did not wear make up or dress funky. Jeans and sneakers. Big
boned but in good shape. 5"9" or so probably 125 to 130 lbs. Not sexy. An
earlier true story on her is "Platonic Teen Dom" written December 1, 2004,
which you can find submitted to this same site.

Her little sister by one year was insanely jealous of our friendship and
always trying to have a separate friendship with each of the older sister's
friends. The little sister, who I will call April, was very cut throat and
calculating, and a little obnoxious with her conceit, but was a smoking hot
blonde with a phenomenal lingerie model type body, dainty bones and curves.
Not a tomboy at all.. More a prissy type. Always made up, always dressed up.
And very stuck up! She was about the same height as her older sis but maybe 1
inch taller and but probably weighed about 110. Believed she was God's gift to
men.

Anyway, on one of those days where my friend was at a track meet, April wanted
to come over to hang out, probably just to spite her sister. I was home alone,
laying on the couch, with the TV on off to my left, half listening to a movie,
half reading, half resting, and trying to nap with one leg on the floor and
one on the back of the couch. When she came over and let herself in with
ringing the bell, she plopped down opposite me on the other end of the couch
between my two legs and brazenly put her feet up on my chest with her shoes
on. They were leather loafer types with no socks under them. I did not say
anything even though I had often noticed her feet in the past, especially
those long slender perfectly groomed and manicured toes that I knew were in
her shoes. I did not dignify it and made sure not to look or react since part
of me resented her overly self confident, cocksure attitude. She really had to
be a bit of an egomaniac to just throw her shod feet up on my chest.

About ten minutes later, using only her feet, she kicks off each of her shoes,
letting each one just fall off, one to the floor and one on top of my right
arm toward the back on the couch. Still I did not (consciously) react,
figuring she was trying to play some kind of head game or something. It did
piss me off a little that she would just put her shod feet on me and then kick
her shoes off right on top of me.

About 10 minutes later, she scootches herself down shifting her butt closer to
me and stretching out her long legs so her bare feet are about one inch from
my face. At this point, I did not have the control anymore and my face was
shielded from her line of sight so I began staring up close at the detail of
her flawless feet which were a little dirty from nice weather romping around,
and had some black marks left by the worn leather of the well broken in
loafers. They actually had quite an odor for someone so well groomed. Probably
from the no sock thing. I had never seen a foot up this close. After a few
minutes, this little headgame bitch rapidly lifts one of her feet and says,
"Why are you staring at my feet?"

Dumbfounded, I stuttered and stammered and said "I uh, wasn't. I just opened
my eye . . . ahh, you were the one who put them there." She said, "No, you
were staring. Are you some kind of weirdo?" I emphatically said "No." She then
said, "I don't want you staring at my feet so I am going to make sure you keep
your eyes shut." She then inched forward a little more and pressed both soles
onto my face.

I was caught between a rock and a hard place here. My guess is she had seen me
checking them out in the past, and she probably felt a little blood flow when
she first put them on my chest as a test, then a little more when the shoes
came off, and then noticed a full hard on when she brought them near my face.

I probably gave myself away, but I did not move or protest. What could I do?
She had check-mated me. I could not get up since I had a raging hard on. I
could not really protest and part of me was really enjoying it. I did not know
what a fetish was and did not really understand the reason for my affinity for
feet. I just stayed there for the duration of the movie that was on while she
watched it with her feet pressed onto my face, one on each cheek with my nose
between her arches. At some point, she had the arrogance to ask me to put my
hands on the tops of her feet since they were cold. I obliged like an idiot,
and each time I tried to take them off her feet, she would slap my face
lightly and playfully with her foot sole.

When the movie was over, she got up to go the bathroom. I went to the other
bathroom.

She helped herself to a snack in my kitchen while I returned to the couch. She
was not content to leave her little head trip alone. Instead, she came back,
sat in the same spot and plopped her feet right back up on my chest. We were
just shooting the shit, teasing each other and I stuck my tongue out at her,
probably out of a subconscious desire to lick her soles. Predictably she then
swiped the sole of her foot down my tongue and said "How does my foot taste?"
Without thinking, I matter of factly said, "It actually tasted pretty good,
salty and sweet at the same time." She then said, "Stick your tongue out again
then so I can clean it." Without really giving it a hell of a lot more
thought, I obliged and she proceeded to rub her sole on my outstretched tongue
for about twenty minutes. She then turned her foot up to her view and said
"Nice work, I won't even need to shower, now."

Not knowing any limits she then has the gall to say, "You might as well clean
the other one." So I stick my tongue and she says, "Since it's all the same,
why don't you just lick it? My leg got too tired from doing all the work." So
here is this conceited bitch telling me that she is doing the work when she is
using my tongue as a foot cleaning implement. Anyway, I obliged her and licked
her other sole for about 20 minutes. A few times I would shoot my tongue
through her toes from the underside of her foot.

After she did the same inspection on the other foot, she said, "Wow, I can't
believe you just licked my feet. You actually just cleaned my feet with your
tongue." And she starts laughing at me. I then told her she could be a real
bitch. She gave me a little foot slap to the face and said, "Don't ever call
me a bitch or I'll shove my foot right down your throat." Needless to say, I
called her a stuck up bitch. She then attempted to stuff her foot into my
mouth leading with the big toe. I jerked my head side to side, with no real
meaningful protest, feigning resistance but actually just allowing it to
wriggle its way in a little deeper than anticipated. She then said, "You can't
talk with a foot shoved in your mouth." I thought that would be it but she
proceeded to sit a little more upright, and propelled her butt a little closer
using her arms in order to give a little more bend in her leg. She then rammed
the foot in a little harder. It triggered a mild gag reflex and I tried to
fight it with my free left arm, but I could not. She had all the leverage
since my head was cranked up and pinned to the arm of the couch and she head a
decent bend in the knee so she could use her whole quad muscle and hip
strength. She was using her free leg to pin my left arm, the one on the TV
side, against the arm of the couch. My other arm was between me and the back
part of the couch so I had little leverage.

I had a confusing mix of emotions: humiliation, anger, arousal, defeat and I
just made a little "Unnggh" sound like I was hurting. She asked me if I took
it back and was sorry for calling her a bitch and I mmmfd in the negative
"Unng-Unngh." She then pushed a little harder so my lips were stretched to
their max with my top lip way up the instep and my bottom lip past the whole
arch almost to the heel. Simultaneously she said, "Well I hope you like having
my foot shoved in your mouth since it is going to stay there until you are
ready to apologize. I felt her toes tickling at the back of my mouth.

We stayed like that for a while, and I was realizing that part of me enjoyed
it. After a while I accepted the offer to apologize since my jaw was starting
to ache. She then pulled her foot out of my mouth. Through capillary action,
my top lip had become a little fastened or stuck to her instep and it hurt a
little when it pulled out. This did not happen with the bottom lip against the
sole.

We hung out without any other foot play for the rest of the day. Strangely
enough, the subject or the days experience was never brought up again, and she
never told her sister. Weird experience but very cool looking back.

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