The Toes That Bind

For about a week after their sexual odyssey, Lynn noticed that Michael seemed deep in thought. On some mornings, when he was kissing her feet in her office before they started work, he would pull his lips back from her toes and eye one, or both, of her feet quizzically. He'd spread her toes slightly, rub his fingers along the inner sides of them, and seem to be working something out in his head. He'd sigh and look up at Lynn like a little boy who couldn't figure out why his parents wouldn't buy him a new toy he wanted. If Lynn asked him what he was thinking, or if anything was wrong, he'd just shake his head and say, "Oh, nothing, mind's just wandering, I guess." Needless to say, Lynn was beginning to worry that he was losing interest altogether in her feet, or worse yet, her. But then they'd have their wild sex nights (after her toes had been properly stimulated by a more than eager Tom, a situation that had been working out quite nicely for all concerned) and all would seem right again. Michael, ever the attentive and energetic lover, had been outdoing himself at every facet of their lovemaking.....pleasing her in every possible way.....with his formidable penis, orally, even delving into her various fantasies - whenever they managed to stem the tide of rampaging hormones long enough to unhook themselves from one another and talk about them, that is. But still his servicing of her feet lagged behind. He seemed as if he wished he could do them more justice, which confused Lynn because she was under the impression that he believed himself to be quite the foot stimulator after that first exhausting night of unbridled lust. Lynn was confused, and since Michael didn't seem to want to discuss it, she had no idea what to do. What's more, if she tried to spur him on by telling him how wonderful he made her feet feel, he would just chuckle quietly - almost sarcastically - and go back to rubbing and kissing her feet. He seemed to have lost confidence in attending to her feet, even though he'd tried so valiantly that memorable night. Then, in a sharp turnabout, one night as he was leaving work he stopped by Lynn's office. He knocked and entered in one fluid motion. He was grinning wickedly and his eyes had a glint of subdued evil in them. When she looked up at him, thinking his behavior was now getting even odder, he closed the door behind him, locking it with exaggerated movements calculated to make his intentions clear. He wanted something. Lynn smiled and sat back in her chair, sliding it back and away from her desk. "And what is it my knight wants? It's obvious you're here for something....up to no good, no doubt." He just kept staring at her and smiling that leering smile. "Michael, dear," she said, just a touch of nervousness coming over her, "what's up? That look on your face is getting me wet all by itself. You want to do it here in my office? Now really isn't a good time, but if you insist," she smiled. "Take off your shoes." he said abruptly. "What?" she replied, a tingling beginning between her legs, "Michael, I'm wearing pantyhose." "So, take them off. Or, better yet, I'll take them off you. But I want your feet bare in thirty seconds or less. I'm timing you." "Michael.....are you sure......but........" "You've wasted five seconds. I'm waiting." He'd often taken this sort of good-natured commanding tone when he wanted to have sex with her, but never before in reference to her feet. For a split second she saw Tom's face, and imagined his tongue flicking out of its eager, experienced home. Her toes tingled. She giggled, her mind consumed with hope. Though numbed by it all, Lynn managed to kick off her shoes before the thirty seconds was up. She was just a little late getting her pantyhose off, but neither of them cared. What's a few seconds when this could be a major turning point in Michael's attention to her feet? Her eyes never left his as she stood up and tugged her hose down goose-bumped thighs and calves. Michael, who had stood motionless while she did this, now moved forward and motioned her to stop. "Sit," he said, "I'll finish." Still mesmerized, Lynn sat back down into her plush leather chair and watched glassy-eyed as Michael knelt in front of her. He pulled her pantyhose the remaining distance down her calves and then stopped when the hose was almost completely off, the gossamer material being held on her feet only by her heels. At this point, he held up one leg and took the nylon in his mouth, between his teeth. He tugged with agonizing slowness on the silky material until it reluctantly left her foot. He then took a mouthful of nylon from the other leg and likewise removed it. This sensuous act alone nearly had Lynn squirming in her chair. "Now, I'm going to show your toes what loving is," he said, eyes glittering. If Michael was possessed, Lynn was hoping that all the priests in the United States had taken one-way trips to the Vatican. She'd never seen him brimming with such confidence in relation to her feet before. She waited breathlessly for what was to happen next. Michael didn't waste any time at all. It might not have had the sensual style of Tom's foot worship, but Lynn could see he was trying even harder than he had the night when she sat on his stomach and he sucked her toes. His tongue bathed her toes like it never did before, and he didn't seem to have that disinterested look he usually had when playing with her feet. Lynn's jaw dropped as she watched Michael lick and suck her toes with passion and even moderate skill. His tongue lapped all around and between her toes, sometimes slowly and erotically, and sometimes with animalistic enthusiasm. He sucked and nibbled her toes, taking them fully into his mouth, and he even lightly chewed them! Lynn could see Tom's face there at her feet clearly now. It was like Michael was possessed by Tom! And her fevered brain couldn't help but entertain such a delicious idea......Tom's footloving spirit possessing Michael's untiring, lustful body. Talk about the perfect man! Her ensuing sigh almost ended in a drool. Yes, Michael's mouth wasn't as skilled as Tom's, and some of the licking and nibbling was a bit awkward, but there was enthusiasm now. She could tell by the lack of a bulge in Michael's pants that sucking her toes wasn't turning him on any more now than it had before, but his attitude was different. Rather than just going through the motions for her, he actually seemed to be trying to get into it, trying to enjoy the fact that he was pleasing her, turning her on.......and doing an excellent job of it, too! Michael accidentally nipped her toes a bit too hard once or twice, and his licking wasn't thorough by any stretch, but there was no way Lynn was going to complain. Watching him down there at her feet and feeling all the wonderful sensations he was giving her, she almost squealed out loud. If this continued on this way, and Michael got into her feet enough to even improve what he could do for them, she might not even need Tom anymore! She'd have the perfect lover.........possessed or not! Lynn stopped watching Michael and just closed her eyes to enjoy. She sat all the way back in her chair and flung her hair over the back of it. She closed off all other external stimuli so she could concentrate on the wonderful sensations on her feet. First one cool toe, then the next, would warm up quickly as it was taken into Michael's reborn mouth, and Lynn was taken away on waves of pleasure......soaring into the clouds as her soft, white panties began to get ever so slightly moist. She was on her way. Suddenly, the activity at her feet stopped. So entranced was she that it didn't register right away. But when it finally did, her eyes opened wide...in shock. Where had all those delicious toe-tinglings gone? Her toes weren't warm and wet anymore, but cold and beginning to dry in a cool breeze. My God, what could be wrong? Where had MIchael's wonderful mouth gone?!!! Her eyes focussed, only to see Michael standing in front of her. She was panting loudly and her heart was pounding hard and fast. Through the tremors that had begun to flow full-length along her body and the wetness at her core, she stared unblinkingly at Michael. "Michael.....dear, wonderful Michael.........why did you stop? Do continue....pretty please?" He grinned, "Well, I didn't want to give you too much at one time. Don't want to spoil you." "Michael!" she nearly screamed, "you get back down there this instant! Don't you dare tease me like this!" He chuckled and replied in a cool, calm voice, "I've got you going, haven't I? I'll bet that Catlady is on the prowl now, huh?" "Michael," she eyed him like a stalking tiger, "I'm serious. Don't do this to me. Get back to my toes and finish what you started." He walked over to her and leaned down, kissing her on the top of her head. "I'll finish when you come over tonight. And I promise, what I just did right now is nothing to what I'm going to do to your toes later. Trust me, it'll be worth the wait." He didn't wait for her reply, but turned to walk to the door. "Michael!.......you..........stop!..........get...........you, get back here right now!" she stammered. He looked back at her and chuckled a nasty, teasing chuckle. "Tonight, hon.....it'll be worth the wait, I promise. Trust me. Ya gotta trust me." "But.......Michael......I........I need.........Jesus, Michael......you insufferable tease!" He laughed more heartily then, and left. Lynn stared at the closed door for several minutes. She at once cursed and adored him. His foot worship, though at times awkward, was all the more intense and pleasurable to her because it was him....because he was genuinely putting aside his own likes and dislikes and doing his best to please her. God, how she wanted him....not just sucking her toes, but in every possible way. Still, he had teased her mercilessly and then walked out on her. And he would have to pay for that. She was going to demand he finish his foot worship as soon as she got to his place, and then she was going to rape him almost to the point of death. And if he died, it was his own fault. Oh, yes, she'd teach him to suck and run. Not able to continue working, she gathered up her pantyhose off the floor and stuffed them into her new purse. She slipped on her shoes and decided to leave right then and there and go directly to Michael's place. If she had her way, her toes would be back in Michael's mouth in less than forty minutes. And then she was going to start killing him with the rest of her horny body. She was not one to be toyed with.....oh, no. She once again broke all land speed records, both running to her car and driving to Michael's place. About halfway to his apartment, she realized that she was supposed to have Tom pamper her feet before going to Michael's, as was the usual procedure, and had gotten so caught up in Michael's renewed interest in pleasing her feet and in her plans for revenge at his leaving her high and dry, that she forgot all about her appointment with Tom. She gritted her teeth. Oh, well, she'd explain it to Tom some other time. He'd understand. But right now that minor snag had to be overlooked. She once again needed release in a big way, and her brain was incapable of dealing with anything but the needs of her body at the moment. If Tom got angry, so be it. She needed sex, and she needed it now! She pulled into the familiar driveway and left a dozen feet of skid mark as she came to a screeching halt. She jumped out of the car, face flushed with lust and her body already crackling with energy. Michael was hers......and she was going to drain every ounce of fluid out of him......after he finished her feet! When she bounded up to his door, she lifted her hand to pound on it, and opened her mouth to shout. But before either pounding or shouting could occur, the door opened. There stood a partially naked Michael, grinning. "What took you so long?" he laughed, ushering the Catlady into his home once more. Lynn was so horny when she entered Michael's apartment that she could barely see straight. Everything was a kind of heated blur.....a haze of lust. Seeing Michael half naked didn't help her situation, either. She was torn between ripping his remaining clothes off and pushing him down, and shoving her toes in his mouth to get the rest of her foot worship. Decisions, decisions...... In the end she opted for neither.....for the moment. She was so angry at him for leaving her high and dry at the office that her anger temporarily outweighed her lust. She screeched her displeasure at him, eyes wide, nostrils flaring and hands waving through the air like deadly but misguided missiles. "Michael...how could you do that? You know how much I like........you started on my feet and then....... poof! Just left my poor toes.............how DARE you?!!" She glared at him like a demon from hell. He backed away from her, his hands outstretched in front of him, trying to hold off her steady advance. Even as he slunk backward he couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, no........Michael..........don't you ever laugh at me.........not EVER! You understand me, Michael? You tease me like that......make me think you're finally going to do justice to my toes......and then waltz out on me.........and then have the nerve to laugh about it?! You're lucky I don't belt you one and then shove my foot down your throat! Then when you're gagging we'll see how good you suck foot, won't we? Won't me, Michael, dear?!" Michael couldn't stop laughing. His eyes were filled with tears from the laughter, and he was choking and coughing between gasps for air. Lynn stopped her advance and simply glared at him, her face red with anger..and not a little sexual frustration. Michael coughed and sputtered, but managed to stop laughing. "Lynn......really........I'm sorry.........really, I am. But I did that for a reason, I promise you." "Oh, really," she replied as calmly as she could, "and what reason is that? Because you don't have the nerve to kill yourself and you want me to do it for you?" He nearly started laughing again, but with supreme force of will he cut it off. "Well, honestly, Lynn, I wanted to get you horny again......like before. You know....bring the Catlady out." "Uh-huh...I understand you like the Catlady, Michael, but you were sucking my toes so deliciously that I wanted to have an orgasm right then and there. You know that. I know you could tell. But, no, you made me wait......suffer........drive all the way over here. That sucks, Michael!" "I'm sorry, Lynn, I really am," he stifled yet another chuckle, "but I wanted to test my improved prowess with your toes, and I didn't want the Catlady coming out until you got here. I was walking a fine line, y'know?" "That fine line you were walking was my raging hormones, dearie.....and now you're walking a fine line between life and death. Are you going to finish what you started with my toes or am I going to have to sit on you like last time? Trust me, Michael, you will have my feet in your mouth within the next two minutes....or you'll be dead. Your choice." The look in her eyes showed him that she meant business. Maybe she wasn't strong enough to actually overcome him, but he still wouldn't want to risk it. She had insane lust on her side....not to mention anger...and that counted for a lot. And if he angered her any more she might just give him the cold shoulder for a long, long time. With Lynn standing before him, hands defiantly on her hips, Michael walked slowly up to her and put his arms around her waist. He tried to pull her close, but she was like a statue, her eyes piercing right through him. He had to lean forward to kiss her cheek. When he pulled back she still glared at him. She started to speak, but he pressed his finger against her lips to silence her. He put his lips next to her ear and whispered erotically into it, letting his lips brush against the lobe, gently kissing and nibbling it. "Lynn, I know I've done a terrible thing. I do apologize. But I truly wanted to make tonight special for you. I wanted to get you horny, really horny, so I could give you the orgasm of a lifetime. You see....tonight, I'm going to worship your feet as long as you can stand it. In fact, I want to see if I can give you an orgasm just from sucking and licking your toes. I'll do anything for your feet that you want me to. No hesitation...no questions asked. I will be totally and completely attentive to your beautiful feet....for as long as you want me to." His voice was soft and seductive, his breath warm in her ear. "And, Lynn," he continued, "I'm going to try very hard to give you an orgasm just from loving your feet. If I can do that, I'll feel like I deserve a wonderful woman like you." This time, when he pulled back to look into her eyes they were much softer. He could still see fading anger and doubt in them, but also hope, excitement, and growing passion. "I'm going to let you live," she smiled, "for now. But you better back up those words....and soon. You hear me? Like, now, I mean." Lynn strode over to the sofa and sat on it with a thud. She kicked off her shoes and plopped her feet up on the coffee table. She wiggled her toes. Her grin was lasciviously evil. She pointed at her feet. "Down, boy," she said, "put your money where your mouth is.....or, rather, put your mouth where I need it to be.....for now, anyway. You want the Catlady? Then get working down there, first, and I'll see to it that she pays you another visit." Lynn continued to wiggle her feet in anticipation, curling, flexing and fanning out her toes, her finger pointing insistently down at them. Michael smiled and started to take off his clothes. "Don't worry about your clothes. Leave them on. I'll rip them off you later. You just get over here and get your mouth wrapped around my toes. You want the Catlady, that's the way to get her here. You owe me at least that much for what you did to me." Michael smiled. He walked over to her and knelt beside the table. His eyes never left hers. He reached down and picked up her closest foot. He held it up so that her toes were eye level and he looked up over those toes to her glaring eyes, knowing he'd better come through or the Catlady might just disembowel him. Still, he smiled, pressing his lips against each toe one at a time, softly, tenderly, until he'd kissed each one like a worshipful lover...then kissed the ball of her foot and down along both soles. He kissed them gently, lovingly. He hugged one foot, holding the sole against his cheek. Then he brought the toes around to his mouth again. He opened his mouth and Lynn could see his tongue slip out. She felt the moist warmth of it as it wriggled along the bottoms of her toes. She slumped back in the plush sofa and closed her eyes. Michael's tongue began to play, and then become more thorough and insistent on, and between, her toes. Lynn was getting hot, and Michael's mouth surrounding first one toe, then another, and another, made her squirm and sweat. She started to tingle between her legs again. She sighed and prepared herself for pleasure. She wondered if she really could achieve orgasm just from having her toes sucked. But, then, as before in the office, the attention stopped. Her eyes shot open. She looked down at Michael. He had a wicked grin on his face. She did not. "Michael, don't you dare stop again......I'm warning you.......I'm serious!" "Relax, Lynn," he replied, his voice cool and calm, "I just want to do something special for you." "Just keep doing what you were doing, Michael. That'll be just fine." "No, trust me, Lynn, this will drive you wild." "What then?," she asked, tense and irritated, her eyes telling Michael she would brook no nonsense. Michael reached under the sofa and pulled out a strip of cloth. He held it out to Lynn. "What on earth do you want me to do with that, Michael?" "I want to blindfold you." "What? Are you nuts? Just get back to sucking my toes. You were doing great!" "Trust me, Lynn. I read about this in a magazine. By putting on the blindfold you'll heighten all your other senses. It'll make what I'm doing at your toes feel that much better. It really will drive you wild. You have to trust me." "Oh, Michael, fine.......give it to me. I'll put it on, ok? Just get back to my toes, will you please?" She snatched the cloth from him with the speed of a striking cobra. She tied it quickly around her head, covering her eyes. Michael leaned forward to check that it completely covered her eyes. It did. Lynn was pointing again. "My feet, Michael," was all she said. Almost instantly she felt the warmth of Michael's mouth on her toes again. He was right...somehow, the sensations seemed more intense, even more pleasurable than before. She sunk back again and enjoyed her hardworking man as he worshipped her wiggling toes, each one tingling with glee. She had no idea how long this went on, but it seemed like a delicious eternity. She got hotter and wetter with each lick, each toe that was popped into Michael's mouth for warm attention. She was beginning to think that she actually would have an orgasm just from having her toes sucked. But she held it off as long as she could so she could enjoy the delicious sensations.....and to make Michael work harder as punishment for his cruel teasing. Michael had attended to her foot for a very, very long time. While he still held that foot in one hand, she felt him lift the other foot with his other hand. He began licking and sucking it as he had the first. She wondered why he still held the other foot, and didn't just drop it to concentrate on the as yet unloved foot. Maybe, she thought, he had some plan in mind.....perhaps something else he'd read in his mysterious magazine. The lips and tongue stimulated her second foot with an abundance of energy, as if all the time working on her first foot hadn't tired them at all. She was very impressed by Michael's improvement in this area. The mouth on her newly adored foot was working extremely hard for her....and she got hot again. Then the mouth went back to the original foot, still working hard, but seeming to tire. Then it was back to the other foot again, working harder than ever. She mused to herself that maybe the first foot had gotten stale from overuse and wasn't as appealing to Michael as a nice, fresh batch of toes. Whatever, it still felt wonderful, and she really admired his effort. Then the mouth began again on the first foot, then back to the second, back and forth. It was dizzying in its sensuality. Then the mouth attacked both feet vigorously.....at the same time!!! A tongue was slipping between her toes on one foot while the toes of the other foot were being forcefully sucked! Her mind reeled, initially with the eroticism of it, and then with the impossibility of it. Both her feet were being licked and sucked simultaneously! This couldn't be! Was she dreaming? Was the heat of the moment getting to her and making her hallucinate?! She gasped and sat up, tearing off the blindfold. Her heart was pounding with a mixture of lust and apprehension. As her eyes adjusted to the light she slowly saw the reason for the dual sensations. "Michael?" she stammered, and then looked beside him and exclaimed, "Tom?!! What the hell are you doing here?!!" Lynn's eyes were like saucers as they darted from Michael to Tom, each of them holding one of her feet and grinning from ear to ear. Her heart was pounding in her chest and it felt like it would explode. The perspiration which trickled down her neck and chest was the product of both excitement and fear. She felt as though she couldn't breathe. But in spite of all that, the two grinning mouths just beyond the pads of her toes were keeping a more pleasant wetness firmly in place between her outstretched legs. "Michael....Tom...." she repeated, her head feeling woozy and light, "what.........?" "Mike," Tom said, "you do the honors." "Sure, don't mind if I do," he replied. He looked at his bug-eyed lady and couldn't help but feel sorry for her confused and distraught mental state. "Lynn, dear, I found out about you and Tom a week ago....your little deal." Lynn's head swam, her heart sank, and she thought sure now that this whole thing had blown up in her face. What seemed like the best of both worlds had come crashing down around her. She thought she was going to lose Michael for good. "How? I'm sorry, Michael...I really am....I just.......you didn't like sucking my toes, so.......oh....damn!!" Tom and Michael looked at each other and burst into laughter. "Oh, I'm glad you two think this is so humorous. I never wanted to hurt anyone! I just wanted my toes sucked for God's sake. Is that so much to ask? And, Michael, if you'd been willing......" "Whoa!" Michael interrupted her, "relax, hon.....there's no harm done here. Just hold on...it's okay!" Lynn looked at the two grinning men and slowly came to realize that there didn't seem to be any animosity here...that all seemed friendly. She sighed deeply as she realized too that Michael seemed to be speaking the truth. He and Tom seemed to be quite friendly to each other. "What's all this about, then," she asked, "and how did you find out? Tom, did you squeal?" "No way! Would I ruin a good thing, Lynn? I'm not stupid, y'know." "No, Lynn," Michael revealed, "you told me yourself." He paused deliberately to let that sink in. "What? Don't give me that. I know damn well I didn't say anything to you. It had to be loose-lips over there!" she said, pointing to Tom. Tom merely laughed, knowing what Michael was about to reveal. "It wasn't Tom, Lynn. It really was you." Lynn sat there with her mouth hanging open and her head shaking in disagreement. "I'm serious, Lynn. You remember a week ago, when you sat on my stomach and I sucked your toes? I really thought I was the king of the toe men that night. I lost count of the orgasms we had together." "Yeah? So?" she replied, "what's that got to do with me supposedly confessing about Tom?" "Well, you remember how we collapsed afterwards and you slept over that night?" "Yes, I remember. So?" "Well, hon," he smiled up at her, "did you know you talk in your sleep?" The thought struck her like a hammer. Talking in her sleep. She cringed. No matter how good you are at keeping a secret, if you talk in your sleep it's all over. And somehow Michael's words were now ringing very true. She'd been told by previous lovers that she talked in her sleep. She closed her eyes and sighed, biting her lip. It was all over, after all. "Ahhh," Michael said, "I see now you believe me. You should. It's true. I felt pretty bad that night. Here I thought I was driving you crazy as Mr. Toe King and all the time I probably wasn't driving you as crazy as I thought. In fact, you told me all about the candle room while you slept, and how you went tearing out of work because Tom here got you all hot and bothered with his mouth on your toes....and you came to me as the sexy Catlady to get your other needs taken care of. In fact, you talk rather clearly and matter-of-factly in your sleep. You described every lick and suck and nibble.....and how they all made you feel. You even started squirming around on the bed and rubbing yourself while you talked about it. It was a real eye opener, I can tell you. I got a clear picture of just how crazy and horny having your toes sucked makes you. I knew you liked it, but I never had a clue just how much." "Oh, Michael, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, I swear. It's just...I love it so much....and you really don't seem into it much at all." She looked down at the floor, feeling very foolish.....and not a little selfish. Suddenly, she felt a lick on the sole of her foot. Michael was slowly running his tongue along the ball of her foot and flicking it at the pads of her toes. "Hey, relax, sweety. No harm done. After your little dream revelation I decided to talk to Tom...not to beat his brains out or anything, but to find out how I could please you better." "Oh, Michael, I love the way you make love to me. You don't have to....." "No, Lynn. I want to be the perfect lover for you....do all the things that drive you wild. And Tom's agreed to help me do just that. Right, Tom?" "You bet," he answered quickly, smiling and licking his lips, "I'm here to help all I can." His smile again seemed to show every single tooth in his head. "I don't understand," Lynn said, eyes showing her confusion. Even so, somewhere in the back of her head she knew what was coming. "Well," Michael continued, "Tom is going to give me toe-sucking lessons. He's going to show me how he does it...how he drives you crazy. He's going to work on one foot and teach me how to make you nuts the way he does. I'm going to learn so I can please these sexy toes of yours the way they deserve. While he takes care of one foot, I'll be doing the other.....sort of an on the job training kinda thing." White hot fire erupted between Lynn's legs at the thought. Tom licking and sucking one foot, Michael the other. My God it couldn't get any better than that! The fire was seemingly trying to put itself out with its own fluids, but it wasn't working. Instead of just hot now, it was both hot and wet. She was burning and itching from crotch to toes. But even though she wanted to experience both of these men sucking her toes at once, she shook her head in token resistance to the idea. Tom and Michael both saw through the ruse. "Sit back and relax, Lynn," Tom said, "I have some teaching to do here. You and Michael are perfect for each other. I've never denied that. And now I'm going to teach him every toe-pleasing technique I know so he can drive you insane every time you take off your shoes. Okay, you ready?" Lynn looked over at Michael. His eyes said it was all okay. In fact, for the first time ever he appeared actually eager to get started on her feet. He was even looking at her toes and licking his lips erotically. It was making her all the wetter. "Sit back, hon," he said with a wink, "I'm anxious to get started. I'm going to learn from the master so I can make you the happiest woman alive.....and make permanent friends with the Catlady in the bargain." All three of them laughed. Nervously, Lynn sat back. Michael and Tom looked at each other. The two men smiled and got an air about them of setting off to do a task that needed to be done. But it was a task that now both of them seemed eager to begin.