Wrecking the Homewrecker Pt. 34

Bracing himself for the absolute worst part of this whole ordeal Jason dipped in a somewhat failed curtesy which was his best try nonetheless. From there he just kept his head lowered, staring down at Sally's socked feet in her slippers, shuddering as he remembered how bad they had smelled this morning. All in all looking at Sally's feet was the best part about this part of his instructions. He doubted he could stand looking at her face out of sheer shame. In order not to forget his mandatory giggle Jason decided to get it over with at the end, mortified by how dorky it sounded, the high pitched giggles mixed with the loud snorts, and one final snort as he fixed his glasses yet again only to then repeat the note he had read earlier and stoop into another curtesy when he finished.

Sally couldn't contain her laughter as she held up her hand to signal him to wait, taking over two minutes to calm down at least a little. The moment she had thought this ordeal up she knew it would be hilarious, but for real it was so much funnier still. The voice, the giggle, the snort and the curtesy could all use a good deal of work still, but still it gave that extremely dorky outrageous vibe she wanted for her sissy stepbrother. It was absolutely perfect, this wasn't going to grow old any time soon, she already looked forward to the next note he would pull out, she had written him so many fun notes to completely embarrass himself with, but of course he earned himself an answer first.

"Well of course you may Jasmine, I can imagine it must have taken a lot of courage out of a shy pathetic dork like yourself, so it would be a shame not to reward that courage right? You may worship my feet to your hearts content for the next five minutes, get all the sniffs, feels and licks you desire in." Sally grinned giving permission for the pathetic begging she had forced him to deliver in the first place, the devastated look on his face made it all the better.

While Jason absolutely didn't want to go near Sally's feet again, he knew her permission was more like a command, if he didn't jump at the opportunity he would get punished so he decided to just get it over with yet again, mourning how his whole day had consisted of tasks he just wanted to get over with, it was simply a never ending sissy horror. Dropping to his knees he attempted to remove Sally's slippers, only to get his hands kicked away. "I know you are very eager to indulge in your perverted fetish Jasmine, but where are your manners? A sissy like you should know better. When someone grants you a privilege the least you can do is show some gratitude by giving them a nice big thank you rather than diving in like an animal." Sally scolded, dealing yet another blow to Jason's ego, as if all her previous demands hadn't been bad enough already, she now insisted that he'd thank her for his shameful actions as well.

Too defeated to really fight it Jason just gave in again. Getting up on his heels, he dipped into another curtesy, a snorting giggle and said. "Thank you Miss Sally for letting me indulge in my fetish." He finished it all off with another curtesy before dropping to his knees and this time succeeding to slip off her slippers as Sally just laughed her ass off. Jason could instantly tell that they smelled worse than this morning, his lipstick marks from earlier still clear on her socked soles although slightly smeared from wearing them a few hours since. He had no desire at all to kiss them again, let alone sniff and even lick them, the thought alone made him shudder in disgust, yet he knew he wouldn't get away with not doing it. So for the next five minutes, Jason buried his face into Sally's smelly soles, showering them with kisses while working in a minimum of loud audible sniffs and even a few licks in order to do everything he begged for fearing he would be in trouble otherwise. The only reason he was able not to gag was sheer willpower, but at least Sally was having too much fun to berate him as she still couldn't keep from laughing much to his shame.

"Damn, you really love my feet don't you sissy? Why I couldn't help but notice how you looked down at them all the time while talking to me. It's not nice to perv on someone's feet without them knowing, luckily I thought of a way to fix that, going forward the first thing you'll say to any new woman you meet will be an apology for staring at her feet along with an explanation of how you can't help yourself as you are a big foot perv. As practice for your little speeches you'll give me that apology every time you address me during your afternoon class." Sally laughed adding yet another rule while her stepbrother was stuck underneath her smelly soles. Jason could only groan as he heard the rule, not that it would be a bother, maybe he would need to say it once to Bernice, but as soon as he was let out of this room he was never returning, he would escape and turn Sally in with the police he thought.

Finally Sally did put an end to this horrible foot worshipping session though as she pulled them off of his face and back in her slippers, now with many more lipstick marks all over them. Her sissy project's lipstick was completely smeared as well. "Alright Jasmine, that's enough, you can be on your way and pick a new note out of the container." Sally grinned, eager to see what was next in store for her sissy stepbrother.

Glad to get away from his stepsister Jason quickly got up and moved to the middle of the room only to be horrified all over again as he repeated the cycle picking out a new note to read. "Daddy could I please ask you something? I'm a huge fan of cocks in all colours and sizes, black or white, big or small, cut or uncut, hairy or smooth, young or old, it doesn't matter to me, I just adore cock and I was wondering if I could have a look at yours, and maybe give it a small kiss pretty please?" He read in that horrid high pitched voice he was made to use.

Horrified he carried on to complete the rest of his tour around the room, especially touching up his makeup was sorely needed. The only silver lining was that he didn't have to address Sally this time, but then again, being confronted by his horrid mirror image as he talked down to a dildo which he called Daddy wasn't any better, especially not with how he was forced to fidget with his pig tail like a teasing shy sissy. At least it didn't answer him, still Sally told him that he should kiss the cock and seeing his dorky face zone in on the tip in the mirror was simply awful, as was the bright pink mark he left behind on the silicone. Just like Sally's notion about declaring his foot fetish to every woman from now on, he wasn't too worried that he would ever have to see a real cock as it would mean a line to freedom, or an opportunity to get help.

The horror just continued over the remainder of the afternoon as he was made to read awful statement after awful statement some of which were. "Miss Sally could you please help me out? My sissy pussy no longer feels that nice and full I really think I need a bigger plug to make feel nice and stuffed again, could you please give me one Miss Sally? Please plug up my sissy pussy with a bigger plug." Or "Daddy, those big hairy balls of yours look so incredibly juicy, I just want to take them in my mouth and suck on them, can I? Please Daddy can I please suck those nice big hairy balls of yours?" Much to his horror Sally made all his requests come true, giving his once again very stretched feeling bottom an even more pronounced wiggle. At least there was no actual hair on the silicone balls, but it still felt way too real as he wrapped his lips around them.

Over the course of the afternoon he had to go through a dozen of those overly horrible notes, that and a couple of harsh spankings when he wasn't improving as much as Sally wanted. It took him a couple of hours to read every one of those statements and go through the motions, leaving him completely physically and mentally exhausted, his self esteem at a lower point than it had ever been while all his actions had improved, all carried out with a big fake simpering smile that was no mandatory, just like the exaggerated hand gestures she made him adopt while talking to someone. Even his ridiculous voice was sounding more naturally, yet no less ridiculous, it just started to sound more like it was his real voice rather than a mockery. One thing was for sure, his shy schoolgirl act was no longer an act near the end as his self esteem was so far down the gutter, the constant embarrassment, making him naturally squeamish and all too happy to look down rather than up at people.