She stuck the front of her spiked heel into my mouth and said “SUCK IT, you little bitch!” I did so. “Tongue clean the bottoms of my heels.” Of course I complied with everything she said. “Suck the spike like it’s a cock, bitch-boy!”

She re-crossed her leg so it was on the opposite side and I had to lay on the floor with my head raised high enough to reach. It was not comfortable, but she didn’t care about that.

After a while, she had me kneel and kiss her nylon covered thighs just below the hem line while she held a handful of my hair. “Now remove my shoes and kiss them.” When I did the most wonderful scent of nylon and shoe leather wafted into my nostrils and the back of my head tingled with excitement. She flexed her lovely toes before my eyes and noted my reaction.

I dutifully sucked her shoe and without thinking I stuck my nose and tongue into the inner sole for a taste. She smacked me hard on the ear and it knocked me so hard I was seeing stars for awhile and almost passed out. My ear rang from the dizzying blow, which had caught me quite by surprise, but I remained on my knees, quivering in fear and trepidation of what was to come next.

“Look you little bitch,” she scolded, “Did I tell you to lick my shoe soles? Now they are all wet. Blow them dry!”

I did, while managing to inhale her intoxicating foot scent as much as possible.

“Well…, I acted like I was thinking it over, “Are you sure you REALLY want to?”

I noticed her gulp, “Yes.”

Then teasing once again, “I already told you I’m a bitch.” I just couldn’t resist, “Well maybe if you were to ask me nicely.”

I held my breath, awaiting the response I was sure was going to come. “Please, I…I’d like to massage your feet for you, ok?” was my little pet’s response.

“Hurry up then, I don’t have all day”, I said impatiently. This time she didn’t hesitate, she walked over to me. Unsure of what to do, she stood shyly in front of me, and removed my right shoe. As she began to rub my foot through my sweaty gym sock, I uncrossed my leg moving my foot over and down, until she had no choice but to kneel down in front of me.

I rewarded her, by parting my legs slightly giving her a glance at my pink lace thong. An almost inaudible groan escaped from her throat, which confirmed I was having the proper effect. I could also notice her little headlights poking out through her blouse.

I picked up my magazine and began to read, ignoring her as she continued to work on my foot, while she knelt bent over at my pretty bare foot on the hard gymnasium floor.

I got her a glass and shortly thereafter, she again stated that her feet were still cold. I suggested that maybe if I removed her boots and massaged her feet it might help. She allowed me to do that. She said it was enjoyable, but her feet still felt like a block of ice. I suggested that maybe I could blow warm air on her feet and she let me remove her black socks. I was blowing warm air on her toes and soles and I looked up and asked if I may be allowed to suck her toes and she said yes. I inserted as much of her foot into my mouth as possible and got them nice and warm.

She suggested that we go to her bedroom to continue, whereupon she sat in a chair and told me to kneel down. I begged her to let me suck her toes some more.

She sat right in front of me on the bed. I was practically drooling with the view of her highly arched bare feet, sexy soles and toes. She dangled and teased me with her one foot just out of reach of my head, as I knelt on the floor.

“You like that?” she asked, moving her foot above my head, as she watched my eyes follow.

“Yes,” came my immediate reply.

“Want to lick it slave?” she teased.

“Yes,” I once again said with enthusiasm.

“Beg me,” she ordered.

“Please, please, please let me lick you,” I begged without shame.

“Well, I don’t know,” she teased, “If I give you this treat, what will do for me?”

“Anything,” came my instant reply, and I knew it was true.

“OK, slave, stick your tongue out, but don’t you dare lick until I say so,” she ordered. I instantly stuck my tongue out. I held her foot a couple of inches from my face. She looked so dominant there with her foot arched out towards my waiting tongue. She had me just where she wanted.

I began to drool, and my erection tented out in my pants. Alexis then allowed me to lick her feet and suck her toes with enthusiasm, rubbing my saliva all over my face so that my face would smell like her feet for the rest of the day. I loved that!

I crave the scent of her warm, pungent feet and she loves rubbing her feet all over my face. She poses her feet just out of reach of my face and then spreads those long pedicured blue toes of hers apart, arching her soles.

The beautiful sight of her high arches, nice wide soles and long toes makes me beg her to lick and smell her feet even more.

After awhile she uses one foot on top of my head to hold me in place as she thrust all five toes into my mouth.

“Suck them slowly and wash between my toes,” she said flippantly. She knows I will do anything for her, and she likes to have her feet adored in this way.

Due to the close proximity to Krista’s sexy feet and the and the humiliation of it all, I had a woody poking out of my crotch and my face was red. She made me give her my wallet and she took all of my money out and told me that was what it costs for a date with her feet. Then she laughed at my humiliation. I was so hard I could barely walk.

She also later told all her girlfriends about me sucking her toes and now they all tease me and use me as a foot slave and make me pay to adore their beautiful bare feet.

How long was she going to keep my nose pressed against the inside of her sandal like this? I wasn’t getting as much air as before, and I began to feel dizzy. I moaned loudly several times, but she only increased the pressure on the back of my head.
“Not getting enough air, baby? Aww, how sad,” she said flipping through the channels.
I was afraid of passing out until she released my head and pushed me to my back. I was too weak to do anything. My head was spinning, and my cock was throbbing. She wasn’t going to let my recover that easily, though. After my first large inhalations, she pressed both of her bare feet on my face, pinching my nose and holding my mouth shut. She allowed just enough air to enter my nose as to keep me from passing out completely, though.
“Smell my feet, you little pervert. I want them to be the only thing you smell,” she said evilly, laughing at my submissive foot fetish.