The Best Foot Worshipper

I could feel the color in my cheeks as I recalled the memory of massing her sister's feet at school.

"Oh..um, we're in the same class."

"Ah," Junko said without any further comment. A moment later she spoke up again. "She did it to you too, didn't she?"

"Excuse me?"

"Did you massage her feet? Or let me guess, she made you worship them?"

My hands started shaking, I wasn't sure if it was out of confusion or anger, or a mixture of both.

"Massage her feet? Sorry did I hear you right?" My natural instincts to lie kicked in once again but even I knew it was pointless. She had asked specifically about the massage I had given to Mariel, there was no point in denying that she knew. The real question was how did she know.

"Oh, um," Junko's face was red again and her gaze seemed to fall on every object in the room besides me. "My sister can be quite mean, whenever she comes back with someone it usually means that she lured them in with her feet."

Lured them in with her feet? What the hell was Junko saying? Was she insinuating that Mariel had taken advantage of me and my foot fetish?

I stood up and couldn't help but raise my voice. "Listen Junko, you seem like a nice girl but this is getting weird. Your sister told me not to talk to you so I'm going to move somewhere a little more quiet."

I should have went on my way but I waited for her response. Maybe I would have been happier not knowing the truth, but I've never been a believer in ignorance being bliss.

She spoke so quietly I had to lean in to hear every word.

"Did she also tell you to go directly into the basement and not to do anything perverted?"

I had no choice but to nod after hearing rules one and two repeated back to me.

"She does this all the time," Junko continued, her voice becoming more steady as she spoke more. "She uses her feet as a way to lure or embarrass people so she can control them."

"Control them?"

"Yes, look at this." Junko took out her cell phone and tapped a few times then did a bit of scrolling before bringing up a video. She turned the phone and showed me a display on the screen that left me equally confused and aroused. It was a bare and pale leg holding out a foot with bright red polished toes. They appeared to be in a dark hotel room. Holding the foot and massaging it was a pretty brunette.

"Now lick," a voice in the video said. It sounded a lot like Mariel.

The brunette looked up with a grimace on her face. "Do I have to while you're taping? This could ruin me."

I could almost feel Mariel smile as she snickered. "I know. Now get to it."

She snapped her fingers and the brunette instantly resigned and started lapping away at the toes spread out in front of her. I had to resist pulling Junko's hand back as she took her phone back.

"And there's hundreds more like that one," Junko announced.

The very thought gave me a headache, how could this be happening to me? Junko recognized my anger at once.

"I'm so sorry, Andrei. You seem nice. If you leave before Mariel gets her hooks in you she'll probably just give up on you."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. If I wanted this situation to work out the way I wanted it to I needed to remain calm, as frustrating as it was. I also needed to be honest with myself and the one ally who sat before me.

"You misunderstand, Junko. I'm not angry at Mariel for tricking me into massaging her feet."

"Oh, why then?"

I know it's corny but in an effort to summon up some courage I put a fist to my chest. I was going to share my deepest secret once again but I knew I had to.

"I'm angry because she didn't let me worship them yet."

Junko covered her mouth and gave a cute laugh. An unexpected reaction but a much appreciated one opposed to how badly it could have gone.

"And why are you laughing this time?."

"I just never heard anyone react that way," Junko said. "You're not the first person I've warned about her. When I usually tell them though they freak out at the idea of being blackmailed and get really upset they were tricked into worshipping feet. And..."

I held back in pointing out that I hadn't really worshipped any feet yet. But Junko seemed like she wanted to continue and I had a feeling whatever she had to say was important.

"And? What else?"

She shook her head. "Sorry, that's a little too private."

This time I laughed. "Hah! I just told you I want to worship your sister's feet and you're worrying about privacy."

Junko shrunk back at the reasoning of my words and made a cute squirming sound. Her focus seemed to go to a place that could not be seen. A moment later she conceded.

"You remind me of my ex, he was into them too."

"Them? Feet?"

She nodded.

"Well sorry you guys broke up, I'm sure getting on-demand foot rubs was great."

She shook her head. "It's why we broke up, I hate having my feet touched."

Despite being obsessed with women's feet I understood Junko. I had a girlfriend or two who just wasn't into it. And while the relationship was strained in other ways, our lack of being on the same page in the bedroom was definitely a factor into our splitting up.

"The thing is," Junko said, "I want to get better at enjoying it. There's no reason for me not to like it, a lot of the foot people Mariel brings home seem really nice. It just feels weird, I need to get used to it."

My eyes widened and I couldn't help but grin at this possible opportunity. For a moment I was reminded of the rules but decided to finally discard them. They were made under false pretenses and I could not be expected to be held to them.

"Hey Junko, this may sound weird and it's okay if you don't want to, but..."

"Yes?" She asked, so innocently unaware of the deal I was about to propose.

"I mean, it sounds like you want to have your feet touched and I just happen to be a guy who enjoys touching feet. So maybe?"

"Oh!" Junko looked shocked then considered the idea. With each passing second I became less confident, realizing it had been a crazy prospect from the get-go and already starting to plan how to salvage the inevitable harsh denial. Junko seemed to weighing the pros and cons of the offer, making an "unh" sound throughout as if she was loading the processing power needed to make the decision. I didn't think there was a real shot but I was proud of myself for asking. Her feet had to be really cute and it would be a shame I wouldn't get to see them.

When she finally said "sure" I almost wasn't sure if I had imagined it. But then she got up and walked in front of me and sat down on the floor. She started to take her socks off but paused and looked up at me. "Actually, is it okay if we start with keeping the socks on?" I nodded, knowing socks were a great starting point, and took a seat.

Junko stretched her legs toward me and I grabbed her left foot as she rested her right foot on my leg. Like the rest of her body her feet were smaller, the size five toes curling together seemed like an invitation so I started off the massage with some light pressure underneath her big toe.

Ugh!

She kicked me in the face, the full pressure of her foot pressing down against me. The damp sock covered my forehead down to my nose. She kept the full force of her foot there as she continued crying. Figuring she couldn't notice, I took a deep whiff. I smelt a warm and strong odor with hints of salt. Her socks felt damp. As much as I loved everything about my current position, I was worried.

My fingers moved away from her socked sole. "Are you okay?"

She nodded. "I told you, it just feels so weird. But please keep going."

I held her foot like it was delicate glass and tapped lightly all over. Junko continued to make noises of discomfort, albeit softer than before. Assuming she had gotten used to feeling my hands rubbing her foot, I pressed with a little force in the center of her sole.

Whack!

This time she hit me with the other foot, the one I hadn't even touched yet. She hit me in the cheek and pinched my nose with her big and second toe. At first I thought it an accident from all the excitement, but as the toe-clasp remained on my nose as Junko's crying quieted, I couldn't help but wonder. She looked into my eyes, her stare lingering for a moment before her toes released my nose.

Perhaps in an attempt to regain some pride I pulled back the foot that had just pinched my nose. This time I started out by pushing both my thumbs into her delicate sole, holding nothing back. As planned her other foot shot forward and I moved my head forward to collide with it midway. My head felt addled from the force of the kick but I took solace by rubbing the side of my face up and down Junko's foot. She started squealing and I couldn't help be turned on by it all. With her other foot she started to kick me all over, my face, throat, and chest all doing their best to be stomped on by this cute girl.

Past the threshold of playing shy, I spoke out of my urges. "If you kick me again I'm taking off your socks."

Junko froze and curled her knees in the air. Her feet dangled between the two of us. They both kicked forward, my face becoming the filling in her sole sandwich.

"You better not," she screamed in her always breathless voice, making her sound serious if the small giggle afterward did not betray her true intentions.

Her socked-feet rested on my cheeks and both dragged across my face slowly until they reached my lips. They lingered there, trembling. From between her feet I could see Junko struggling to fight through the obvious discomfort. Her perservance in uncomfortable territory motivating me to continue and show her all I could offer.

I opened my mouth wide and took in the top half of Junko's small foot. Reaching with my upper mouth I hooked my teeth underneath the sock fabric and pulled back, peeling off the cotton prison in one smooth motion. As the sock came off her sweaty toes planted on my forehead. They slipped down to just above my eyes and I could feel the perspiration that had gathered as well as the smell of the sweat that had been trapped in her socks escaping out.

Junko held up her foot, squirming in the background. It was a small and delicate pink sole as I had imagined. I held it in my hand and studied it, her stubby toes wiggling and curling. Her skin was smooth beneath my pointer finger as I glided down from big toe to sole. I ignored the noises in the background as I stuck my fingers in-between her toes. I then grabbed her foot with both hands and paid close attention to what areas made her react the loudest as I rubbed all over.

"It still feels weird," Junko said, "but part of me is starting to like it."

Too overcome with lust to reply I grunted, pleased that she was starting to come round'. Taking her approval as a permission, I stopped holding back and shoved her toes in my mouth and sucked. I heard the slurping sounds I made as I enjoyed the taste of each of her toes. Junko shrieked her loudest yet but as my rhythmic sucking continued she started to start saying "oh" over and over quietly.

I grabbed her other foot while still sucking the toes in my mouth and removed the remaining sock. I released my mouth's grip on her toes so I could hold up her foot and admire both bare feet next to each other. Her toes on one foot were now shiny with my saliva.

"I love sucking on your sweaty feet and toes," I couldn't help but say as I put the toes that were still dry in my mouth. She started kicking me with her other foot until I started sucking on her two smallest toes.

"Oh yeah, that's it!" She screamed.

Her pleasure further continued to motivate me and my tongue turned into a machine gun as it furiously licked the bottom of her foot. Needing to catch my breath I held both her soles up in front of me by the ankles. The plump little toes were all shining with my saliva, the way it should be.

Her soles were still dry though, a problem I began to fix with alternating licks from heel to toe. When I reached the top of her foot she would cry out and curl her toes. This prompted me to wrap my mouth around her wet toes and slurp. I tasted a mixture of my own saliva and new sweat and it turned out to be the flavor I lusted for. I started sucking on her heel while taking her other foot and admiring the top of her feet for the first time. Pressing the soft skin of her foot against my face as her blue polished toes dug into my cheeks. Junko's nervousness caused her to little toes to keep fidgeting. I could feel my cock throbbing as it felt as she was taking little padded steps across my face.

I alternated between sucking, licking and rubbing for the next ten minutes, not knowing or caring when I was going to stop. I was surprised that Junko, who had been making noises and kicking the entire time had the strength to pull her feet away.

"Let's stop, Mariel's class will be over soon." She said out of breath.

I nodded but then looked down at my fully erect penis. It felt like it was going to explode.

She laughed and walked up to me, crouching down and whispering in my ear "I can't do this with my feet yet." She reached into my pants, finding my dick immediately and started giving me a hand job. Her rhythmic and controlled hand job was so smooth and focused that I came in less than a minute. I thought I was going to cum again when she looked in my eyes and said, "As a way of saying thanks," before winking and getting up.

"The bathroom is the door in the corner." She said from around the corner. The last words I heard from her that day was, "You better get cleaned up before Mariel comes down here."

And with that Junko left me alone again. I had no idea how I was going to face Mariel.

--

Fifteen minutes passed the time Mariel's class was supposed to end. At first I appreciated the chance to recover from my encounter with Junko but then I started to worry. In an effort to take my mind off of it I took out my phone and found that I had a message from a number I didn't recognize.

It read:

I'm done with my class. Come upstairs, first room on the right.

Sent ten minutes ago.

I don't know how I had missed the message but I was surprised by the level of panic it was causing me. Despite being tricked by Mariel I felt a strange obligation to not let her down, the thought causing a slight stirring in my pants.

I rushed upstairs, relieved to have not ran into Junko on my way through the large house. When I got to the top flight I located Mariel's bedroom. Her door was slightly ajar and I stopped just before it. I took a moment to remind myself of the plan that I had came up while I had been waiting for her. My lust for her feet was as high as ever but now it was tainted by disappointment of being manipulated by her. I wanted to find out Mariel's intentions but was resolved to not let her use me. My love of feet would compel me, not dominate me.

I entered the room and saw that my hurry had been for nothing as Mariel was still doing some cooldown stretches. She was now wearing workout gear, a tight two-piece black top that was skintight and exposed her stomach area. Her workout tights emphasizing how large her ass was, tightly wrapping around her butt cheeks and running down the athletic legs that carried them, ending at the ankle. Only a sliver of the top of her foot was showing, the rest covered by dirty white and grey workout socks. She had her thick black hair done in a ponytail.

She finished bending over and touching her toes. "Good, you're here. Let's get this over with." Mariel walked over to her bed and took a seat. Mimicking her behavior back at school, she stretched her legs out in a way that only offered a seat beneath her. I took the seat reluctantly, figuring that I would first pay off my debt before bringing up the video Junko had shown me.

I started by kneading her toes. Boy, I had thought her sister's socks to be wet but Mariel's workout socks were just straight up damp. The odor of her sweaty feet coming through them began overwhelming my smelling sense. It was so strong it made it impossible not to think about her feet. I continued rubbing, wondering if Mariel was keeping track of how long I had been at her feet or if I was expected to.

Once again I was convinced she was a mind reader as she announced "You have one minute left."

Her toes slightly spread and came together, only leaving me to imagine the incredible wrinkles that would be showing underneath the sock on her soles right now.

"Hey Drei'," Mariel said, taking me by surprise. She was not the first person to call me by that name, a few childhood friends also used it. But I didn't think us that close yet.

"I was thinking," she continued. "For the last minute, would you be interested in trying a different type of massage?"

"A different type of massage?"

"Yeah, it's easy, stay right there just turn around."

Before I knew what was happening Mariel got off the bed and grabbed me by the shoulders. If it came to it I may have been able to fight her off but I was taken so by surprise as she turned me around with ease and pushed me against the bottom of the bed.

"Keep your head right here," she said as she pinned my forehead with her arm against the bottom of the bed. It was painful but both her massive breasts were also pressed up against my face keeping me good company. My mouth bounced against one soft mound and then the other before she let up. My relief was short-lived as I was hit with the full force of a socked foot kicking me in the face.

Before I could react and move away from the bed I was kicked with the other foot, holding me against the bed.I tried putting up my hands to defend myself but I felt them grabbed and held down on the floor by Mariel's hands. I couldn't see any of this as my sight was blotted out by her feet. Her soles continuing to keep me pinned down with a force I could not fight against.

"Now," Mariel said as she pushed her foot across my face, "Let's try this type of massage."

Mariel started to rub her feet into my face. She kept my hands held down and continued to trap my face between the bottom of the bedframe and the soles of her feet. Her moist socks rubbed every inch of my face, stepping where they pleased and sometimes repeatedly stopping and stepping on the same area for no reason at all.

I reminded myself of the resolve I had taken before entering the bedroom and displayed no pleasure. Mariel put one foot over each of my eyes, my last sight of her a big smile of utter dominance as she started giving herself a passionate and full foot rub with my face. Her heels claimed my chin while her soles took my cheeks and the toes taking my forehead. Each part of her foot rubbed wherever it pleased, jerking my face in that direction without any concern. She then moved her heels up over my mouth and all I could breathe in was the strong fragrance. The shocking smell was now one that I craved and could feel my mouth water for. Her toes stepped off my head and made for my mouth. I remained strong, holding my lips firmly closed.

Mariel laughed. "Really? Now that's a surprise."

Shocking me in turn she didn't press the issue and went back to her original position of massaging her feet with my face. The remaining thirty seconds went by far too quick and my face was relieved of being dominated by Mariel's sweaty socked feet. She got up and sat on the bed, not giving me so much as a look as she took out her phone and gave it her full attention.

"Okay, we're all settled then," Mariel said without looking up. "Just don't let me catch you doing that shit again."

I was stunned. That was it? For the last minute she had just used my face as a foot massager and she wasn't even going to so much as acknowledge it? I had to ask.

"Mariel, what the hell was that just now?"

Her pupils moved from phone screen to me, the rest of her head unmoving. "What?" She looked annoyed.