DANGEROUS by Unknown. Parts 1 & 2. Back to Archive.
I finally had my hands on that bitch, Kellie Bruner. After
having gone out for only four months, the bitch had absolutely
dumped me because I kissed another girl. We weren't even going
steady! I was hurt beyond explanation, and nothing I did would get
her to change her mind. I had even been dominant in the
relationship. I got sex whenever I wanted. And now, all that had
changed. She was in control, and I couldn't stand that. After
crying for the last two months, I had made up my mind to embarrass
her, to get back at her for all she had done to my emotions. I no
longer had an interest in her. That had all but become numb inside
me. But on this particular night, she showed up at the same party
I was at. She showed with a date and her best friend, Monica
White. I smiled to myself when I thought of what I was going to do
to her. I had decided to flat out kick her ass, girl or not, in
front of everybody. Her ass was mine.
She was wearing a white t-shirt, yuppy shorts, and white
sneakers with white socks. Nothing erotic about that. Besides,
they would all be dirty when I was finished with her. From a
distance, I watched her laugh and talk with her friends. I seethed
at the memories of how she would tell everybody how I kept after
her and that I was mud beneath her feet. I would show her mud. I
began walking over to her, slowly. I wanted to remember the before
and after images very plainly.
I reached her, and she saw me. A smirk appeared on her face,
and she coldly said "hello, time." And turned away. I reached out
and grabbed her arm. She turned her head toward me with a
disgusted look on her face. Her date was gone at the moment, so I
didn't have to worry about fighting him. By the time I was
finished with little Kellie, I planned to head home before the cops
could get there.
"Well... hello yourself," I coolly replied. "What's a slut
like you doing out tonight?"
"You're a pig," she retorted, attempting to pull her arm away.
"No, not so fast, Kellie. I'm not done with you." I smiled
icily and turned her full toward me before releasing her arm.
"I think it's time you learned a real valuable lesson, Kellie."
She looked at me curiously.
"I hope you have your insurance paid up," I said, with a smile.
She sneered at me. "I don't need insurance for you," she said.
"I'm not worried about you one bit. In fact, if you don't leave me
alone, I'll use your face for a footwipe." Her friends all laughed
at this. Obviously, the girl wasn't taking me seriously.
Suddenly, her smile vanished, and she looked at me with angry eyes.
"Get on your knees, time," she began, "and lick my feet."
I looked at her astonished. The audacity! Here I was about to
kick the living shit out of her, and she was telling me to lick her
feet!
She could tell I was startled at the command.
"Come on, time," she continued. "Show all your friends how you
grovel at my feet. Remember? I made you get on your knees when
you came to my house that one night."
I remembered that. But I didn't do anything to her feet. I
was simply begging for her to give me a second chance.
"Your ass is mine, Kellie," I said, bringing my arm back to
strike. When I brought it around, she ducked! I was amazed! At
the same time, I saw her right leg come up. Suddenly, her shoe was
making a beeline to my face. Before I could move, her foot caught
me square on the side of the face, and the room turned crooked on
me. I felt like I was viewing a picture through stained glass or
something, and that I was floating. Abruptly, I felt something
slam against my entire body, and I heard laughter. As the room
slowly regained some orientation, I realized that the slam had been
my body falling to the ground. And the laughter belonged to
everyone in the room, including Kellie. Even in my dazed state, I
knew what had happened. This bitch, whom I hated more than
anything, had just floored me with a kick to the face. I couldn't
believe it! I had been almost knocked out by her feet! Shame
began burning at my cheeks. But I decided it wasn't too late to
salvage some pride by taking her apart.
I shook my head to clear it, and from a kneeling position, I
looked over to where Kellie was untying her shoes. She was saying
something to me.
"I hope you still think my feet are cute," she said. "because
they're going to be striking your face a lot during the next few
minutes. And be thankful. They're too soft to cut you up much.
But it will hurt." With that, she removed both shoes and then her
socks, revealing two truly beautiful feet. You had to give her
that. No matter how much I hated her, the girl had probably the
prettiest feet I had ever seen. But I still despised her and had
no intention of getting my ass kicked by a girl with soft, pretty
feet. I rose and went toward her.
"That was a lucky shot, bitch," I hissed, "now get ready for a
little pain."
"Oh, Tim, really," she replied, "how do my feet taste?"
Just on reflex, I looked down at her feet and took in the
tanned softness and red toenails. I decided maybe it was time she
learned something about humiliation herself. I raised my fists and
took aim.
"Here, bitch." I said. "Eat this!"
I am a good fighter, and she knew it. What I didn't know is
that she was even better. She sidestepped my punched and threw a
half-kick at my face, slapping her right foot against my mouth. I
blinked and she slapped me again in the mouth with the top of her
foot. Our friends were laughing and cheering her on. Kellie,
herself, was one big smile. She was having fun. I was getting
infuriated that she was not only emotionally overwhelming me but
also physically toying with me. I screamed and lurched toward her.
The next day, people would tell me that I almost did a complete
flip and that the sound of the sole of her foot smacking hard
against my entire face sounded like someone slamming a paddle on a
lake's surface. I remember two things: the bottom of her foot
looked creamy smooth, and the world can turn horrifyingly black in
the blink of an eye. The next thing I remember was coming to on
the living room floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a
hazy view of guys and girls high-fiving Kellie. And lots of
voices:
I've never seen anyone get hit that hard.
Goddamn, she really kicked his ass!
His breath will smell like your feet for the next week...
He's lucky I decided to let him live.
She saw me coming to. By then, I had managed to turn over on
my stomach and rise to my hands and knees. Kellie arrogantly
walked over and stood directly in front of me with her feet just
three inches from my face. I looked up at her, which gave her the
opportunity to step back and launch another foot to my face.
Smack! The ball of her foot struck home, and my head snapped back
hard. I was seeing double and trying to remain balanced on my
hands and knees. People said I looked like one of those dogs with
wobbly heads that people put in their cars. I was now crawling
like a drunk animal across the living room floor, not even knowing
where I thought I was going. Kellie walked along beside me.
"Stop there," she ordered, pointing to the floor. I stopped.
"Now look at me." I turned my head to the right, almost pleading
to her with my eyes.
"Apologize to me," she said, "or you're taking another foot to
the face." I was honestly terrified, and I was prepared to
apologize. But the bitch she is, she decided to entertain herself
some more.
"Too late!" she announced. "Have a taste!" With that she
raised her knee once again and sent that lethal softness to my
bruised face. Smack! My head swayed back and forth.
"Have another!" I heard her as if from a distance. Standing
in front of me, I saw the knee, the toes curl back, and the creamy
color flashing toward me.
Smack! "Hey, time, taste good?"
Smack! "How about that one?"
Smack! "I didn't know you could look so cross-eyed." Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack! My head was jerking up and down like a
speed bag. Smack! One more kick and I was on my back, the whole
world spinning. I could make out Kellie standing above me, her
feet on either side of my head. Through the haze, I saw Kellie
raise her foot then place it down firmly on my face. She began to
grind it hard. The mixture of the incredible softness (it was
amazing how soft her feet truly were. I would not have believed
that anything that soft could have been that dangerous), my hatred
for her, and the knowledge that she was absolutely humiliating me
without resorting to anything but her feet, caused a paradoxical
awakening of my sex organ. As she smashed her soft weapon all over
my face, I began to grow hard. She noticed and pointed at it.
"Look at that!" she laughed. "He's going to come! God, you
would think that someone who has just lost all self respect at the
feet of a girl wouldn't come from the thing that destroyed him!
Monica, take off his pants." Monica quickly did and soon my dick
was waving uncontrollably in the air.
Kellie laughed. "Here, I think a couple more seconds and he'll
show us what a fag he is!"
Sure enough, two more twists on my face and come began pouring
out. I must have looked funny with my legs churning in the air in
an attempt to escape the pressure of Kellie Bruner's foot pinning
my face to the floor. I came for several seconds then lay there
with Kellie's foot now just pressing down.
"Please..." I begged, muffled by the weight of her foot.
"What was that?" I heard her say.
"Please.... I'll... I'll do anything... I'm sorry..."
With her foot still holing me down, she laughed. "I'll decide
when you have had enough," she said. "When you are at the mercy of
my feet, you'll wait until I am done! Besides, I haven't decided
if you deserve to live!"
With that, she removed her foot from my face (allowing oxygen
to finally reach me untouched) and told me to get on my knees and
crawl over to the far wall. Groggily, I managed to get into a
kneeling position and grope my way to the wall. By this time, I
was completely terrified of this fucking bitch with perfect feet.
I hated her so much, I would have shot her if I had a gun. At the
same time, I was so scared of her, I didn't want to give her a
reason to injure me permanently. I had gotten my ass kicked by a
girl! An ex who looked too much like a model to have done to me
what she had. And whose feet were too sculptured and tanned to be
that dangerous. So I crawled to the wall, folks, on my hands and
knees, because I had been ordered to do so. And I did not want to.
More than anything else, I did not want to be under her physical
control.
"That's good," she said, "now face me." I turned.
"Bow before me," she said. "Beg for my forgiveness! Beg for
my mercy!" She laughed. "Beg for the mercy of my feet!"
"Please forgive me..." I began. "Please... I'll never
do...."
"This is fucking boring," she said. "I think I would rather
use your face for some more target practice!" With that she spun
on her left heel and brought the sole of her right foot flush
against my face. The lights were dim again and swam in funny
colors. The ceiling reappeared. Again, Kellie was standing over
me.
"You're pathetic," she said. "I think I should put you out of
your misery." She then placed both hands against the wall and
stepped on my face with both feet. The weight was incredible. I
could see nothing. The world was now soft and dark. And my air
had been shut off. Too weak to move much, I jerked spasmodically
on the ground as I began to suffocate beneath her feet. I could
feel my body convulse at my lungs searched for oxygen they could
not find in the wrinkles of her soles. She was laughing above me.
I was losing consciousness. It wasn't possible, I thought to
myself, I'm dying... she's killing me with her feet.... I'm dying
under her control... from the bottoms of her feet..." The world
went away.
I awoke a few seconds later, still on the floor. Kellie was
still standing above me, but she had taken her feet from my face
and now had just her right foot resting on my chest. Seeing me
awake, she stepped over my chest and began walking toward the
couch. I could see glimpses of her creamy soles as she walked away
from me. When she got to the couch, she sat down and crossed her
right leg over her left leg. She spoke to me.
"Unless you want my feet permanently imprinted on your ugly
face, you'll crawl over here like a little dog." She closed her
eyes and leaned back with a smile on her face. I crawled over
obediently, though still shaky. She ordered me to crawl to where
my face was an inch from her foot.
With that smile still on her face and her eyes closed, she said
"Since I let you live, now you have to lick my feet." She giggled
to herself and relaxed even more.
I was burning with shame because I couldn't bear the thought
of taking her feet in my mouth. Not after all the time I had spent
trying to get her back and the humiliation she had given me this
evening. But I wanted to live. So I leaned forward and took that
slender toe in my mouth. It was impossibly soft, and the irony
worked its magic on my dick again. Still naked, my cock tightened
like steel. I began sucking like an obedient animal, her creamy-
smooth toe sliding in and out. The texture was like nothing I
would have imagined. I was sucking the toes of a bitch, and it
wasn't voluntary. Tears welled up in my eyes as the come rose to
the head of my dick. When she pulled her toe from my mouth and
forced my mouth to the satin bottom of her foot, I lost it. With
my tongue and lips in a deep french-kiss with her foot, come began
flying everywhere. A muffled scream tore from my mouth as I shot
string upon string against the couch. I was lucky. None got on
Kellie. She just laughed. When I finished, she pushed my head
away with her foot. I fell over and stayed on my back until she
said otherwise.
She didn't do anything else to me that night except make me put
her shoes and socks back on her feet. And, oh yeah, she decided
her date needed a blowjob, so she had him lie on his back while she
dragged me over and told me to suck. I opened my mouth and took
his cock in while Kellie placed her sneakered foot on my head
forced my head up and down. When he came, I learned that cum is
warm and creamy. I wasn't thrilled nor did I want to ever do it
again. Everyone watched that too. In fact, when Kellie left,
three of my friends shoved their dicks in my mouth one after
another. They threatened to tell Kellie if I didn't suck and
swallow. I drank three more loads that night. Finally, Monica,
who had stayed behind, forced me to suck her toes as payment for
persuading Kellie not to kill me with her feet. I sucked Monica's
pretty toes and licked her soft feet. Before she left, she decided
it would be fun to knock me out with a kick in the face. I hear
she told Kellie about it later.
The rest of my senior year was a big change for me. Everyone
had heard about what Kellie had done to me. I think almost every
guy in school--nerds, dorks, you name it--came in my mouth at least
once. Monica had a lot of fun using my mouth as a foot massager.
Many other girls did as well. Except Kellie. She really had no
interest in me. While having her toes sucked, Monica explained
that Kellie found me disgusting and only allowed me to lick her
feet because she knew I would be demoralized. Kellie had decided
to leave the kicking to Monica, at least unless she changed her
mind. And Monica made sure she knocked me out with kicks in the
face after every toe-sucking. When I graduated, the principal made
me suck him off as well. I left town that summer, and I now attend
college in New York. No one knows about my past. But I will never
escape the memories and pain of a night I was beaten and at the
mercy of the feet of Kellie Bruner.
Dangerous Part II
Back To School
Sunday morning, Kellie awakened with a self-appreciating smile.
She stretched her legs out to let her muscles know she was awake
now. That done, she placed both hands behind her head and closed
her eyes. It was better to think that way. In her mind, she raced
back to the night before to relive the fun of humiliating her
ex-boyfriend, Tim. She could have killed him, and the thought of
such power tickled her to no end. Not that she would have killed
the poor boy. But she could have, and that was all the information
she needed. Wait until Monday, she thought to herself, wait until
everybody hears about this one. She felt like hugging herself, but
that would have seemed sort of dorky.
She pictured the way Tim's head snapped back on forth from the
force of her bare feet. God, did that look funny. And he sucked
her toes! And came! She could hardly contain the energy of her
thoughts. She decided that she would make him the laughing stock
of the school, although she personally had no interest in him. She
might, however, send him to dreamland again if he dared to make her
mad. Until then, she would just have a little fun.
The phone rang in the living room, and Kellie listened for one
of her parents to answer it. By the fourth ring, a little Hey You
tapped the inside of her brain and reminded the dangerous beauty
that her parents had gone to the coast for the next two days. With
that revelation, Kellie Bruner jumped out of bed and ran into the
living room. Seizing the phone, she quickly helloed the receiver.
"Kellie?" a familiar voice responded.
"Uh-huh. Monica?"
"Oh, my god!" Monica shouted. "You should have seen it when you
left!"
"What?!" Kellie exclaimed, with great interest.
"I made him suck my toes, too! And I kicked him in the face!"
"Tim?"
"Yes! It was so neat, and everyone saw!"
Kellie grinned to herself.
"What did they say?"
"They were all laughing and calling him wimp names! When I
left, some of the guys were talking about making him do things like
you made him do to your date! Oh, my god, Kellie, it was sooo
funny!"
"Did he come again?"
"I think you must have dried him out! Oh, god, I can't stand
it!" Monica began laughing hysterically and almost transferred the
contagious silly bug over to Kellie. Kellie decided to get off the
phone and call Tim herself. Just to get another perspective.
"Gotta go, Monica. I'll call you later."
"All right," Monica managed to reply, "I'll see you later!"
Kellie could hear Monica's shrieks as they hung up. She started
to dial Tim's number but then realized she didn't remember it
anymore. And there was absolutely no way she was going to invest
any energy looking for it; instead, she decided to spend the day
shopping. After all, she deserved it.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
I thought that I wouldn't have anymore trouble from Kellie
after the way she beat and humiliated me over the weekend. Still,
I realized everyone at school would know about it, and I wasn't
sure how to respond. I decided just to be as low key as possible
and ignore or laugh off any situations that would be potentially
embarrassing. The night had been difficult for me to accept. I
mean, the mere thought of getting my ass kicked by a girl was bad
enough. Even worse was the idea that it had been Kellie who had
physically destroyed me using just her feet. The humiliation of
her stepping on my face and forcing me to lick her feet in front of
lots of people was the ultimate disgrace. Jesus, I was a lot bigger
than she was. I should have been able to take a girl. Still,
after that night, I didn't want any part of her. I would suffer
the humiliation from school until it blew over. At least she had
gotten her victory and wouldn't have any need to do anything else
to me.
When I got to school that day, everybody, I mean everybody, had
something to say or a question to ask. Annette, a girl I used to
date (and dumped unceremoniously), was the first to come up to me.
By the smile on her face, I knew she had heard. As she walked up,
she brushed her blonde hair from her eyes and bit her lip slightly,
as if she were trying to decide how she wanted to begin. It didn't
take long.
"Hi, Tim," she began, "I hear you got into a fight this weekend,
and your face is bruised. What happened? Did some big, powerful
weightlifter make those bruises on your face?"
I thought for a second then decided on an approach.
"Weightlifter? What are you talking about? You mean Kellie's
date? I don't know if he is a weightlifter, but he seemed to know
karate or something."
Annette's eyes opened wider, her mouth parting in a surprised
smile. "Kellie's date?! Wait a minute, someone told me it was
Kellie, and not her date, who messed you up like that!"
I looked shocked. "Where did you hear that from?" I asked.
"Jane. She said Monica told her about it."
"That figures. No, it was her boyfriend. Furthermore, he hit
me before I was ready, or else this might not have happened.
Annette looked at me quizzically, deciding, it seemed, whether
her source of information had been reliable.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
I snorted. "Of course I'm sure. Geez, do you think Kellie
could do this to me?"
"Well..., no, I guess not," she said, frowning, "but Jane seemed
pretty sure about it. She said you sucked Kellie's toes."
"Come on, Annette," I responded. "Can you picture me sucking
anybody's toes?"
She squinted her eyes at me. "Not really, unless you were
forced to or something. But, I don't know, Jane seemed really
sure...."
"To hell with Jane." I was feeling a little bolder for some
stupid reason. "The day Kellie can kick my ass is the day I'll
suck your toes."
That slight smile returned to Annette's face. "Well, if I do
find out differently," she said, "you can clean my ring for me."
I thought about that one. What if she did find out? I looked
down at her feet, but her brown, leather shoes covered her feet and
the ring on her left middle toe. I pictured myself having to clean
her ring if I was caught in the lie, and the thought was
discomforting. I didn't want to have to lick the feet of a girl I
had dumped for some other chick I had met back when we were going
out. But, at the same time, I wasn't going to withdraw my story.
"Yeah, whatever, Annette," I finally said, starting to walk
away. I heard her last words as I wandered off.
"I will find out, Tim, and you will get on your hands and knees
and lick my feet if you're lying. And I'll laugh at you while you
do it!"
I shook my head slightly and kept walking. First bell was about
to ring, so I headed to class. Thankfully, my first class was not
with Kellie. If I had it my way, I wouldn't see her at all today.
The school wasn't very big, about 400 students, and the building
were set in sort of a quad structure with separate structures
comprised of a small number of classrooms. I didn't have to walk
out in the yard area if I didn't want to. That would allow me to
avoid her at least until lunch. Then again, I could leave campus
for lunch and not have to see her until 5th period.
It worked fairly well. Those who had not attended the party
were given my "Kellie's date" story, and I simply ignored those who
had been at the party by smiling and shaking my head as if
dismissing their statements. It helped to enter each class just
before it began. The teachers had this thing about students
talking during lecture. Between classes was the hardest, but I
managed to keep the embarrassment at a minimum. Finally, the lunch
bell rang, and I headed for my car.
As I walked out of the classroom, Jane came up to me and tapped
me on the shoulder. I turned my head toward me as I walked.
"Jane," I said, "what's up?"
"Annette said she talked to you, and you told her that it was
Kellie's boyfriend who beat you up. Monica told me it was Kellie."
"Oh, when did you speak to her?"
"Yesterday afternoon. She's sick or something today, so I
haven't had a chance to talk to her again."
That was fairly good news to me, at least delaying the
undesirable until I could come up with some other patch. Still, I
wondered if she would talk to Kellie. She and Kellie weren't
exceptionally close, but the possibility of them talking seemed
likely.
"Yeah, I guess the story is getting around that Kellie kicked my
ass or something. I know she hates me, and that may be why she's
saying that. She may tell you that she did kick my ass, but if she
does, just remember that she might say anything the way she feels
about me."
Jane seemed to be thinking about that. She cocked her head a
little to the side and spoke:
"Would you come over with me and ask Kellie in front of her?"
I mentally froze for a second. With a quick shake of my head
and a, by then, habitual snorted, I responded.
"Look, Jane, I'm just going to let things pass. Whatever
happened over the weekend is over. Kellie's date got some good
shots in on me, but I don't hold a grudge. As far as I'm
concerned, it's over. So, I'm just going to avoid anymore hassles.
Comprende?"
Jane looked at me. "Whatever, but Annette has this thing about
making you grovel at her feet if she finds out you're lying. She
says she's going to talk to Kellie, and if it's true, you will
either get down on your knees to her or she'll ask Kellie to beat
you up again."
I didn't like the sound of that, but I was too proud to confess
anything.
"Whatever," I said, breaking away from her toward the parking
lot.
I had to pass by the bench situated beneath a big tree by the
cafeteria. It was the only way to reach the parking lot. A group
of students were gathered on and around the bench, but Kellie
wasn't one of them. I couldn't see her anywhere, so I figured I
was home free. As I started to pass the bench, Mr. Racer, my
history teacher, came out of the cafeteria and called me over. I
thought about ignoring him, but he had seen me looking directly at
him. Against my better judgment, I stopped about twenty feet to
the side of the bench, and he walked up to me. He started talking
about a project he wanted me to help him with (I was actually a
good student), but I wasn't hearing much of what he had to say
because Kellie and Annette emerged from the cafeteria and made
their way to the bench. Kellie was wearing some designer t-shirt,
grayish shorts, and white sandals with spaghetti straps. Seeing
her for the first time since the weekend was strangely erotic. Her
power over me had psychologically raised her to a level and lowered
me several. I felt that she was better than me, something I had
never felt about anyone. To me, she was someone to be feared.
Since I didn't want the humility, I just wanted to be away from
her. I honestly despised her and all she stood for, but it was the
power, the sheer power, that drew me to her. Given the
opportunity, I would have spat in her face and punched her nose
bloody. But I had my opportunity recently, and I lost big time.
Before she or Annette could notice me, I turned away and acted as
if I were listening to Mr. Racer. After a few more sentences, he
concluded and walked off. I felt transfixed because I felt
suddenly alone and vulnerable. However, I started walking again
with my eyes straight ahead. With just a little luck, something
bad could be avoided. My luck ran out in less than three steps.
"Hey, Tim..." a voice called out, almost at a conversational
level. My face started to tingle because the voice was Kellie's.
Slowly, I stopped walking and turned my head in her direction. She
was sitting on the side of the bench facing me, a burrito in her
hand, and a smile on her face. An evil, badly intentioned smile.
I swallowed.
"Yeah?" I answered, trying to subtract the vibrations from the
sound of my voice. She raised her left hand, extended her index
finger, and motioned me over. Fuck, was the predominant thought in
my head. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Her right leg was crossed over her left, and she rotated her
ankle as I approached. When I came within five feet, I stopped. I
didn't say anything but just waited for her to speak. She did.
"I've been talking to Annette," she began. "Annette says you
told her that my date beat you up. Did you tell her that?"
Kellie's tone was condescending, and the shame of not being able
to stand up to that tone ate at me. I thought quickly for a
response to neutralize what might happen and a way to get out of
the situation.
"Look, Kellie," I said, placing a light blanket of self-
assurance on my voice. "I don't want to get into anything else
about anything with you. I know you despise me, and I can't say I
blame you. So, I'll just keep to myself, and you don't have to
worry about me, and I won't bother you."
I prayed silently that my statement would inoculate the
situation. It didn't.
"What is it you don't want to get into with me, Tim?"
I pursed my lips for a second and rubbed both eyes with the
fingers on my left hand.
"Anything, Kellie. If I did you wrong, then I'm sorry. You
hate me, and that's fine. I'd like to leave it at that."
Kellie smirked. "You didn't answer my question," she said.
"Kellie, I did.... I said that enough has happened..."
"But you didn't tell me what it is you don't want to get into me
with."
I licked my lips briefly but stopped when I realized it probably
would make me look nervous. I had to think a way out of the
situation. I could see the clouds building, and the storm was due
any minute. At that point, Annette joined in.
"So, tell me, Tim. Who did that to your face?"
Several of the guys and girls smiled when she said that. Kellie,
herself, had no expression on her face. I could sense her disgust
for me.
"Let it go, Annette," I responded. I was at an impasse. The
questions were becoming more specific and the answers less
available.
Kellie, still sitting calmly, interrupted. "She doesn't have to
let it go. She can say anything she wants, and she wants to know
who did that to your face. Why don't you go ahead and tell her..."
I thought fiercely and opted to salvage my pride and hope the
consequences weren't stiff or immediate.
"I got into a fight with Kellie's date," I said evenly, looking
directly at Annette. Kellie's eyes seemed to darken, and she spoke
to me slowly:
"I'm going to give you a choice, Tim. You either tell the truth
or you eat my burrito."
That was a strange request, but I couldn't believe the window
Kellie had provided for me. Eating the burrito would be easy. I
had already said that I wanted to avoid anymore problems and eating
the burrito would almost be a noble thing to do, like a gentleman's
act of chivalry.
"Okay," I responded, "to avoid any more tension, I'll do what
you want." I began to walk over. At the same time, this arrogant
smirk stretched out on Kellie's pretty face. I walked up to her
and extended my hand for the burrito. Everyone at the bench was
looking on with great interest.
Kellie held the burrito toward me. I started to close my
fingers on it. Suddenly, just as I almost had it in my grasp,
Kellie opened released the burrito and let it fall to the ground.
I stared at her.
"Why did you do that?" I said, astonished.
"Because I wanted to," she said. "Now eat."
This wasn't looking too good. Yet, I remained emotionally
controlled. I closed my eyes, smiled, and shook my head.
"Okay, Kellie." The tone was patronizing. "Like I said, I
don't want anymore trouble between us. I'll eat it even though you
dropped it. Then, I hope you will be happy." The manner in which
I said those words convinced me that I might actually pull the
whole thing off, leaving our classmates with the impression that
Kellie was a spoiled brat, and I was doing the gentlemanly thing.
I leaned down to pick up the burrito. Kellie stopped me by placing
her sandaled foot near my face.
"I have a better idea," she said.
I hesitated, still half-kneeling on the grass. With
intensifying horror, I watched as Kellie leaned over and began
untying the ankle straps on her right sandal. With the bow undone,
the shoe dropped to the ground next to the burrito. I started to
rise but she held up her hand, motioning me to wait for a second.
I spent that second watching Kellie extend her cream colored foot
and lower it onto the burrito. As I stared stupidly, she began to
grind her foot on the burrito. Flour, beans, and whatever else
went into the things were being smeared on the sole and side of her
foot. To this day, I will not forget the sight of beans squishing
up between her toes or the way her foot abruptly stopped grinding,
lifted off the mess, then dangled there as Kellie again crossed her
leg at the knee. Beans, flour, and dirt covered her slender foot.
I was still in my half-bent position.
"Now," she said, extending her foot toward my mouth, "enjoy your
lunch."
Any noble charade in the world would be rendered meaningless if
I licked the dirt and burrito off the foot that stared me in the
face. The fight or flight response was rebounding inside my head,
with the flight part bouncing hardest. On the one hand, I could
fight her; however, if I lost (and after the weekend, I knew that
was a strong possibility) she could really injure me badly and
would humiliate me, anyway. If I ran, everyone would know what a
coward I was (afraid of a girl, they would say), Kellie would track
me down eventually, kick my ass, and humiliate me then. Either
way, I would suffer physically and be embarrassed in front of lots
of people. The only other response, and the safest, would be to
lick her foot. Somewhere inside me, I realized that a simple
confession about the weekend would no longer suffice. The
confession would simply be made, and she would still demand my
submission. The choice was clear. I heard a collective gasp as I
bowed my head, opened my mouth, and extended my tongue to her foot.
"Wait," Kellie said abruptly, "and don't move an inch. I've got
a better idea." So, I stayed that way, on one knee, with my neck
and tongue extended. She continued:
"Ask me for permission to lick this shit off my foot." She was
giggling, apparently enjoying herself. "And put your other knee on
the ground. Get on your hands and knees, little doggie, and beg
for my foot. Pray to me that I don't kick your face in like I did
the other night. Do it now."
I swallowed hard. The blood pressing against my cheeks, and I
could hear people laughing and commenting at the sight of me bowing
before Kellie Bruner, in complete servitude to a girl sitting on a
lunch bench with her foot dangling in my face. To my immediate
left, her shoe and sock lay on the ground. What had once enclosed
her foot would soon be replaced by my mouth. My face was going to
be used like an object, something for her personal satisfaction.
I was no better than that shoe and sock. I was going to lick some
dirty, trampled shit off her foot like I was a dog at her command.
The realization of my position brought tears to my eyes. I
breathed in deeply, then did as I was told.
"Kellie..." I began before being cut off.
"No," Kellie corrected, "call me Princess Kellie."
"Princess Kellie," I continued with no hesitation, "may I lick
your foot clean?"
"Raise your head and look straight ahead," she answered. I did
so, and Kellie extended her foot and slowly wiped it from heel to
toe across the front of my face. Gritty layers of burrito covered
my left eye, nose, and mouth. And I just knelt there letting her
do it. Everyone was either grinning or laughing, the loudest being
Annette. Kellie just smiled.
"Now lick the rest off," Kellie ordered, pointing her toe toward
my mouth in a pristine manner. I opened my mouth and accepted her
toe inside. I wrapped my lips around it and began sucking. I
swallowed the residue that remained and moved my tongue around to
clean her toe completely. Once the burrito had been sucked off,
the softness of her toe took over. Again, I was amazed at the
purity of her feet. I couldn't believe that something so soft,
silky, and sweet could be so deadly. The creamy texture and tone
of her foot stared me right in the eyes. I hated what I was doing,
and I hated the person I was doing it to, but irony of my hatred
and the incredible object of beauty in my mouth captured me. I
felt my dick starting to stir, and I tried to control it, to make
it go down or away. But it grew and grew, and I sucked and sucked.
My body started to spasm as orgasm approached. I could hear
murmurs and laughter as sweat began to bead on my forehead. The
grunts that came from my throat were not under my control.
"What's he doing?" I heard Annette say. My eyes were closed
tight and my cheeks were caved in from the sucking. The pleasure
I was receiving from Kellie's smooth toe intensified with every
movement of my mouth, every swab of my tongue, as if I were sucking
myself. I could feel the liquid rising from my balls, climbing my
rigid shaft that seemed to have a mind of its own.
"Oh, my God," Kellie blurted, "he's getting off on my foot
again!" More murmurs and some shouts of surprise. Laughter.
Shrieks. Giggles.
The pants I wore that day were thin, white cotton. The knees
were already stained from my kneeling position. The stain that
spread in my crotch was undeniable as the come flooded forth,
sending me into convulsive twitches, hard grunts shaking my throat.
I felt as if I were in some metaphysical coma with lengths of
colorful pleasures wrapping around and inside my body. I started to
hump the air as string after heavy string of hot cream poured out
of my cock and into the fabric of my attire. I could hear my
classmates screaming about the dark wetness spreading outward.
More laughter and exclamations of disbelief. Kellie's soft toe
never left my mouth.
Gradually, the sensations subsided as did the force of the
contractions. My breathing slowly lessened it's crazed force. My
senses started to return, senses of shame, humiliation, softness,
and warm stickiness. I opened my eyes and stared at the tanned
foot I held in my mouth. I waited for God knows what.
Kellie was laughing above me. She continued to laugh as she
lifted her other leg and rested it on my right shoulder, the ankle
supported by my shoulderblade. I looked at her face and saw the
bright smile shining away. She licked her lips and addressed me.
"Clean the rest of my foot now," she said. "I have to go to
class in a few minutes." She leaned her head back to enjoy the sun
on her face. Her elbows supported her on either side. She
withdrew her toe from my mouth and seemed to smirk at the plopping
sound it made. She held her foot straight out and told me to get
busy.
With my lips and tongue, I washed her foot clean of the food and
dirt paste. Again, I marvelled at the wrinkled softness of her
soles. I could never imagine anything being that soft and moist.
Her foot was clean, but I continued to lick and french kiss her
slender instep, her baby-smooth heels. I was repulsed at my
behavior and outraged at her arrogance. But I licked like a dog.
Like her dog.
The sensations began to return as my lips locked in. I was
beginning to shake again when her foot suddenly was taken away. In
my half-delirium, I tried to follow it down to the ground to finish
my assignment. When Kellie's other foot halted my progress with a
push against my shoulder, I realized what I had been doing. I just
stopped where I was, my hands and knees planted on the ground, my
head bowed to her tanned foot. She told me to get her shoe and
sock for her, which I quickly did. I handed them to her, and she
told me to look up. When I did, she placed her bare foot firmly on
my faced and forcefully pushed me away. My head lurched violently,
and I fell onto my back. She told me to stay there. I did.
When her foot was again adorned with footwear, Kellie stood and
walked over to where I lay. She stopped directly above me with
both feet on either side of my head. She wasn't smiling.
"The next time you decide to tell someone about the ass- kicking
you took over the weekend, you'd better tell the truth, Tim," she
said, "because the next time, I won't let you off with a footjob in
front of a crowd. The next time," she concluded, planting her
sneakered foot on my face, "I'll just kick your ass again." With
that she pressed down and stepped on my face, walking on and over
it so that she could get to class.
As she walked away, I started to rise. I could hear the
laughter from and around the bench as the crowd began to disperse.
My psychological strength faded, and I laid back down. It wasn't
until the laughter had faded that I began to raise my head again
and get up. I had not moved more than three inches when something
soft and moist blocked out the light and pressed my head back to
the ground. The voice above it was familiar. It was Annette who
now held my face to the ground. I had no esteem to stop her, to
keep her from standing on me that way.
Annette's voice was clear. "I told you that you would clean my
ring if I found out you lied. Tim, I'm really ashamed of you. I
can't stand people who lie. That really pisses me off." She
lifted her foot off, and I watched her walk toward the bench. She
was barefoot.
"Get up and crawl over here," she said without turning around.
Considering what had transpired over the lunch period, I had little
resolve to disobey her. Besides, the way my life had suddenly
changed over a span of three days, she would probably have been
able to kick my ass, too. So, I got to my hands and knees. I
crawled over the grass to where Annette sat on the bench, her arms
folded across her chest, her left leg crossed over her right, her
burgundy-painted toenails dangling eight inches from the ground,
her gold toe-ring shining brightly in the sunlight. When I got to
within an inch of her sculptured foot, she extended one arm and
pointed at her toe.
"Suck," she said.
I opened my mouth, bowed my head, and to the sound of her
laughter, took her toe into my mouth, and sucked. And sucked...
and sucked....
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