Who would willingly debase herself like this, admit an older rival's superiority, embrace it with such zealous, slavish submission? I control your money," she says, her words punctuated by the wet, slutty sounds of my fellatio to her heel.

Even from Holly’s rudimentary and shoddy pics, it is clear they are stained with countless hours of her foot sweat. We have more expressions to describe coercion and power imbalances than we do pretty much anything else. Why would you pay to see photos of feet, where surely the internet has an endless supply of photos available for you to peruse!I would enter a world I didn't even know existed, descending into servitude and humiliation to my best friend. To be short, I really now want to know if the virtual Crystal will manage to trick Viri again and more and get out of her situation, and if the real Crystal will not, half willingly and maybe at the same time, turnsinto a willing lesbian slave to Abigail. But for all this learning, I don’t feel like I’ve gained any actual, new insight into what makes fetishists tick. I get as close as I dare, close enough that I can smell the soft scent of his hair – and then pounce, tickling his shoulders.

Occasionally, they will be crossed at the ankles, and maybe resting atop something, and that one is clearer: relaxation. I plant my knees better on the ground, like I really am a trick-turning whore about to deepthroat a guy, and I flex slightly under Holly's right foot, to give myself the space I need to give her a good show.Holly's feet meet no resistance as the sweaty soles adhere to my face, and then push me down, making me lie flat against the cold tile floor. Because the idea of shoving my face against the insole and breathing Holly’s sweat in – while literally paying for the privilege – arouses me to no end.

I can so easily picture her snigger royally, luxuriating on her own couch, pampered and paid for by legions of foot slaves. The truth is, I am so devoured by my own arousal that I'm barely thinking about Frank, even as Holly details how she's going to break us up. I close my eyes and stretch out my lips into a little O, every muscle on my face distending and relaxing as I bob up and down Holly's toes with enthusiasm. I blink in confusion, wondering for a moment whether this is even real, or whether my obsession has finally tipped over into mental instability. The imprint was DC’s home for mature tales that were often horror-themed or otherwise dark in nature.Cursing the curiosity and obsessions that have acted as mile markers on my road to damnation, I get down on one knee, and slip the ankle boot on Holly’s proffered foot.

That at any given time, we find ourselves under other people's power, and occasionally have power over others. He doesn't even know the ex in question has relegated me to being her foot slave, and already he thinks she's worthier of his attention than I am. Hell, she’s even a redhead, and I’ve met my share of guys who would consider that reason enough to bang her. As I make my way through town and eventually into the mall, I keep staring at the women’s heels and boots.The combination of her foot scent, and her sweat now accumulating on my tongue, is making me feel heady, almost like it's an alcoholic concoction. I'm the one who agreed to blow up my own relationship, just so I could be here, kissing, licking, sucking every inch of Holly's feet.