Subject: Danger Series (Part I)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.feet
From: an82584@anon.penet.fi (Unimagined)
Date: Sat, 19 Mar 1994 08:01:23 UTC

This is the beginning of a short story series. Continuation

will depend on responses from the readers. The characters are

based on people that actually exist.

I finally had my hands on that bitch, Kellie Bruner. After

having gone out for only four months, the bitch had absolutely

dumped me because I kissed another girl. We weren’t even going

steady! I was hurt beyond explanation, and nothing I did would get

her to change her mind. I had even been dominant in the

relationship. I got sex whenever I wanted. And now, all that had

changed. She was in control, and I couldn’t stand that. After

crying for the last two months, I had made up my mind to embarrass

her, to get back at her for all she had done to my emotions. I no

longer had an interest in her. That had all but become numb inside

me. But on this particular night, she showed up at the same party

I was at. She showed with a date and her best friend, Monica

White. I smiled to myself when I thought of what I was going to do

to her. I had decided to flat out kick her ass, girl or not, in

front of everybody. Her ass was mine.

She was wearing a white t-shirt, yuppy shorts, and white sneakers with white socks. Nothing erotic about that. Besides, they would all be dirty when I was finished with her. From a distance, I watched her laugh and talk with her friends. I seethed at the memories of how she would tell everybody how I kept after her and that I was mud beneath her feet. I would show her mud. I began walking over to her, slowly. I wanted to remember the before and after images very plainly.

I reached her, and she saw me. A smirk appeared on her face, and she coldly said " hello, time. " And turned away. I reached out and grabbed her arm. She turned her head toward me with a disgusted look on her face. Her date was gone at the moment, so I didn’t have to worry about fighting him. By the time I was finished with little Kellie, I planned to head home before the cops could get there.

" Well... hello yourself, " I coolly replied. " What’s a slut like you doing out tonight? "

" No, not so fast, Kellie. I’m not done with you. " I smiled icily and turned her full toward me before releasing her arm.

She sneered at me. " I don’t need insurance for you, " she said. " I’m not worried about you one bit. In fact, if you don’t leave me alone, I’ll use your face for a footwipe. " Her friends all laughed at this. Obviously, the girl wasn’t taking me seriously. Suddenly, her smile vanished, and she looked at me with angry eyes.

I looked at her astonished. The audacity! Here I was about to kick the living shit out of her, and she was telling me to lick her feet!

" Come on, time, " she continued. " Show all your friends how you grovel at my feet. Remember? I made you get on your knees when you came to my house that one night. "

I remembered that. But I didn’t do anything to her feet. I was simply begging for her to give me a second chance.

" Your ass is mine, Kellie, " I said, bringing my arm back to strike. When I brought it around, she ducked! I was amazed! At the same time, I saw her right leg come up. Suddenly, her shoe was making a beeline to my face. Before I could move, her foot caught me square on the side of the face, and the room turned crooked on me. I felt like I was viewing a picture through stained glass or something, and that I was floating. Abruptly, I felt something slam against my entire body, and I heard laughter. As the room slowly regained some orientation, I realized that the slam had been my body falling to the ground. And the laughter belonged to everyone in the room, including Kellie. Even in my dazed state, I knew what had happened. This bitch, whom I hated more than anything, had just floored me with a kick to the face. I couldn’t believe it! I had been almost knocked out by her feet! Shame began burning at my cheeks. But I decided it wasn’t too late to salvage some pride by taking her apart.

I shook my head to clear it, and from a kneeling position, I looked over to where Kellie was untying her shoes. She was saying something to me.

" I hope you still think my feet are cute, " she said. " because they’re going to be striking your face a lot during the next few minutes. And be thankful. They’re too soft to cut you up much. But it will hurt. " With that, she removed both shoes and then her socks, revealing two truly beautiful feet. You had to give her that. No matter how much I hated her, the girl had probably the prettiest feet I had ever seen. But I still despised her and had no intention of getting my ass kicked by a girl with soft, pretty feet. I rose and went toward her.

" That was a lucky shot, bitch, " I hissed, " now get ready for a little pain. "

Just on reflex, I looked down at her feet and took in the tanned softness and red toenails. I decided maybe it was time she learned something about humiliation herself. I raised my fists and took aim.

I am a good fighter, and she knew it. What I didn’t know is that she was even better. She sidestepped my punched and threw a half-kick at my face, slapping her right foot against my mouth. I blinked and she slapped me again in the mouth with the top of her foot. Our friends were laughing and cheering her on. Kellie, herself, was one big smile. She was having fun. I was getting infuriated that she was not only emotionally overwhelming me but also physically toying with me. I screamed and lurched toward her.

The next day, people would tell me that I almost did a complete flip and that the sound of the sole of her foot smacking hard against my entire face sounded like someone slamming a paddle on a lake’s surface. I remember two things: the bottom of her foot looked creamy smooth, and the world can turn horrifyingly black in the blink of an eye. The next thing I remember was coming to on the living room floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a hazy view of guys and girls high-fiving Kellie. And lots of voices:

She saw me coming to. By then, I had managed to turn over on my stomach and rise to my hands and knees. Kellie arrogantly walked over and stood directly in front of me with her feet just three inches from my face. I looked up at her, which gave her the opportunity to step back and launch another foot to my face. Smack! The ball of her foot struck home, and my head snapped back hard. I was seeing double and trying to remain balanced on my hands and knees. People said I looked like one of those dogs with wobbly heads that people put in their cars. I was now crawling like a drunk animal across the living room floor, not even knowing where I thought I was going. Kellie walked along beside me.

" Stop there, " she ordered, pointing to the floor. I stopped. " Now look at me. " I turned my head to the right, almost pleading to her with my eyes.

" Apologize to me, " she said, " or you’re taking another foot to the face. " I was honestly terrified, and I was prepared to apologize. But the bitch she is, she decided to entertain herself some more.

" Too late! " she announced. " Have a taste! " With that she raised her knee once again and sent that lethal softness to my bruised face. Smack! My head swayed back and forth.

" Have another! " I heard her as if from a distance. Standing in front of me, I saw the knee, the toes curl back, and the creamy color flashing toward me.

Smack! " I didn’t know you could look so cross-eyed. " Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! My head was jerking up and down like a speed bag. Smack! One more kick and I was on my back, the whole world spinning. I could make out Kellie standing above me, her feet on either side of my head. Through the haze, I saw Kellie raise her foot then place it down firmly on my face. She began to grind it hard. The mixture of the incredible softness (it was amazing how soft her feet truly were. I would not have believed that anything that soft could have been that dangerous), my hatred for her, and the knowledge that she was absolutely humiliating me without resorting to anything but her feet, caused a paradoxical awakening of my sex organ. As she smashed her soft weapon all over my face, I began to grow hard. She noticed and pointed at it.

" Look at that! " she laughed. " He’s going to come! God, you would think that someone who has just lost all self respect at the feet of a girl wouldn’t come from the thing that destroyed him! Monica, take off his pants. " Monica quickly did and soon my dick was waving uncontrollably in the air.

Kellie laughed. " Here, I think a couple more seconds and he’ll show us what a fag he is! "

Sure enough, two more twists on my face and come began pouring out. I must have looked funny with my legs churning in the air in an attempt to escape the pressure of Kellie Bruner’s foot pinning my face to the floor. I came for several seconds then lay there with Kellie’s foot now just pressing down.

With her foot still holing me down, she laughed. " I’ll decide when you have had enough, " she said. " When you are at the mercy of my feet, you’ll wait until I am done! Besides, I haven’t decided if you deserve to live! "

With that, she removed her foot from my face (allowing oxygen to finally reach me untouched) and told me to get on my knees and crawl over to the far wall. Groggily, I managed to get into a kneeling position and grope my way to the wall. By this time, I was completely terrified of this fucking bitch with perfect feet. I hated her so much, I would have shot her if I had a gun. At the same time, I was so scared of her, I didn’t want to give her a reason to injure me permanently. I had gotten my ass kicked by a girl! An ex who looked too much like a model to have done to me what she had. And whose feet were too sculptured and tanned to be that dangerous. So I crawled to the wall, folks, on my hands and knees, because I had been ordered to do so. And I did not want to. More than anything else, I did not want to be under her physical control.

" Bow before me, " she said. " Beg for my forgiveness! Beg for my mercy! " She laughed. " Beg for the mercy of my feet! "

" Please forgive me... " I began. " Please... I’ll never do.... "

" This is fucking boring, " she said. " I think I would rather use your face for some more target practice! " With that she spun on her left heel and brought the sole of her right foot flush against my face. The lights were dim again and swam in funny colors. The ceiling reappeared. Again, Kellie was standing over me.

" You’re pathetic, " she said. " I think I should put you out of your misery. " She then placed both hands against the wall and stepped on my face with both feet. The weight was incredible. I could see nothing. The world was now soft and dark. And my air had been shut off. Too weak to move much, I jerked spasmodically on the ground as I began to suffocate beneath her feet. I could feel my body convulse at my lungs searched for oxygen they could not find in the wrinkles of her soles. She was laughing above me. I was losing consciousness. It wasn’t possible, I thought to myself, I’m dying... she’s killing me with her feet.... I’m dying under her control... from the bottoms of her feet... " The world went away.

I awoke a few seconds later, still on the floor. Kellie was still standing above me, but she had taken her feet from my face and now had just her right foot resting on my chest. Seeing me awake, she stepped over my chest and began walking toward the couch. I could see glimpses of her creamy soles as she walked away from me. When she got to the couch, she sat down and crossed her right leg over her left leg. She spoke to me.

" Unless you want my feet permanently imprinted on your ugly face, you’ll crawl over here like a little dog. " She closed her eyes and leaned back with a smile on her face. I crawled over obediently, though still shaky. She ordered me to crawl to where my face was an inch from her foot.

With that smile still on her face and her eyes closed, she said " Since I let you live, now you have to lick my feet. " She giggled to herself and relaxed even more.

I was burning with shame because I couldn’t bear the thought of taking her feet in my mouth. Not after all the time I had spent trying to get her back and the humiliation she had given me this evening. But I wanted to live. So I leaned forward and took that slender toe in my mouth. It was impossibly soft, and the irony worked its magic on my dick again. Still naked, my cock tightened like steel. I began sucking like an obedient animal, her creamy-smooth toe sliding in and out. The texture was like nothing I would have imagined. I was sucking the toes of a bitch, and it wasn’t voluntary. Tears welled up in my eyes as the come rose to the head of my dick. When she pulled her toe from my mouth and forced my mouth to the satin bottom of her foot, I lost it. With my tongue and lips in a deep french-kiss with her foot, come began flying everywhere. A muffled scream tore from my mouth as I shot string upon string against the couch. I was lucky. None got on Kellie. She just laughed. When I finished, she pushed my head away with her foot. I fell over and stayed on my back until she said otherwise.

She didn’t do anything else to me that night except make me put her shoes and socks back on her feet. And, oh yeah, she decided her date needed a blowjob, so she had him lie on his back while she dragged me over and told me to suck. I opened my mouth and took his cock in while Kellie placed her sneakered foot on my head forced my head up and down. When he came, I learned that cum is warm and creamy. I wasn’t thrilled nor did I want to ever do it again. Everyone watched that too. In fact, when Kellie left, three of my friends shoved their dicks in my mouth one after another. They threatened to tell Kellie if I didn’t suck and swallow. I drank three more loads that night. Finally, Monica, who had stayed behind, forced me to suck her toes as payment for persuading Kellie not to kill me with her feet. I sucked Monica’s pretty toes and licked her soft feet. Before she left, she decided it would be fun to knock me out with a kick in the face. I hear she told Kellie about it later.

The rest of my senior year was a big change for me. Everyone had heard about what Kellie had done to me. I think almost every guy in school—nerds, dorks, you name it—came in my mouth at least once. Monica had a lot of fun using my mouth as a foot massager. Many other girls did as well. Except Kellie. She really had no interest in me. While having her toes sucked, Monica explained that Kellie found me disgusting and only allowed me to lick her feet because she knew I would be demoralized. Kellie had decided to leave the kicking to Monica, at least unless she changed her mind. And Monica made sure she knocked me out with kicks in the face after every toe-sucking. When I graduated, the principal made me suck him off as well. I left town that summer, and I now attend college in New York. No one knows about my past. But I will never escape the memories and pain of a night I was beaten and at the mercy of the feet of Kellie Bruner.

Dangerous (Part II)

Sunday morning, Kellie awakened with a self-appreciating smile. She stretched her legs out to let her muscles know she was awake now. That done, she placed both hands behind her head and closed her eyes. It was better to think that way. In her mind, she raced back to the night before to relive the fun of humiliating her ex-boyfriend, Tim. She could have killed him, and the thought of such power tickled her to no end. Not that she would have killed the poor boy. But she could have, and that was all the information she needed. Wait until Monday, she thought to herself, wait until everybody hears about this one. She felt like hugging herself, but that would have seemed sort of dorky.

She pictured the way Tim’s head snapped back on forth from the force of her bare feet. God, did that look funny. And he sucked her toes! And came! She could hardly contain the energy of her thoughts. She decided that she would make him the laughing stock of the school, although she personally had no interest in him. She might, however, send him to dreamland again if he dared to make her mad. Until then, she would just have a little fun.

The phone rang in the living room, and Kellie listened for one of her parents to answer it. By the fourth ring, a little Hey You tapped the inside of her brain and reminded the dangerous beauty that her parents had gone to the coast for the next two days. With that revelation, Kellie Bruner jumped out of bed and ran into the living room. Seizing the phone, she quickly helloed the receiver.

" Oh, my god! " Monica shouted. " You should have seen it when you left! "

" They were all laughing and calling him wimp names! When I left, some of the guys were talking about making him do things like you made him do to your date! Oh, my god, Kellie, it was sooo funny! "

" I think you must have dried him out! Oh, god, I can’t stand it! " Monica began laughing hysterically and almost transferred the contagious silly bug over to Kellie. Kellie decided to get off the phone and call Tim herself. Just to get another perspective.

Kellie could hear Monica’s shrieks as they hung up. She started to dial Tim’s number but then realized she didn’t remember it anymore. And there was absolutely no way she was going to invest any energy looking for it; instead, she decided to spend the day shopping. After all, she deserved it. She quickly ran into the bathroom and showered. A quick drying off led to a search for the appropriate attire for her excursion. She saw some pink shorts she liked and put them on. A t-shirt, she decided, would also do. And so it did. Next, she considered what would adorn her pretty, tanned feet. She sat on the bed and extended her leg out in front of her to admire the beauty of her sculptured toes and slender instep. She really thought she had very pretty feet, and she knew they were soft because she lotioned them every night. As she admired the softest part of her body, Kellie thought back to an incident that happened when she was 14. It was a school holiday (but not a work holiday for her parents). She had the whole house to herself, and what would happen that day made her smile to herself.

It was 2:00 pm when the doorbell rang that day. Kellie, dressed in white gym shorts and a Mickey Mouse t-shirt, was sitting on the couch with her bare feet resting on the coffee table in front of her. She was a little irritated that someone was at the door, but she rose to answer it anyway. When she opened the door, she saw a fairly tall man of about 40 holding a brown briefcase and wearing a cheap suit. To her, that was odd. The man spoke:

" No, " she stated, matter-of-factly. The man seemed a little off guard from her abruptness.

" My name is Don Rogers, " he continued, " and I’m selling magazine subscriptions at discount prices. Would you, perhaps, be interested? "

" Aren’t you a little old to be selling magazine subscriptions? " Kellie asked. The man seemed to blush and looked down toward the ground. When he did that, he caught a nice view of Kellie’s feet. He was at once taken by the flawless tone, and the neon pink toenail polish literally made his mouth water. He was especially awed by the way she stood there with the left foot flat on the ground while the other poised there on the ball of her foot. He could see the bottom of that foot, and it looked unbelievably soft. Realizing he might be looking too long, he looked back up at the teenage girl, who did not seem to notice his sudden fascination.

" Actually, " he managed to reply, " it’s not a bad job because I get to travel all over the United States. " Half of the statement was a lie. He definitely traveled, but the job was anything but " not bad. " He made meager wages and was entirely dependent on those wages. Times were tough. So tough that it took him 6 months just to get the job. He was also under contract, a contract that stipulated that he must meet a certain quota each day or the difference would be taken out of the profits he made. This was the last house on his assigned area, and he still needed two more sales to meet his quota. In short, he needed this teenage girl to buy a couple of subscriptions. Thus, he threw out his best pitch:

" Young lady, what I have is a lot of experience comparing different subscription rates, and the rates I can offer are absolutely the lowest around. In fact, all of the fashion magazines are currently being offered at the lowest prices ever. " He didn’t know if that was true or not, but who was going to check?

Kellie assessed the man at the door. She figured his whole spiel was bullshit, but she had noticed the way he had suddenly stood with his mouth parted when he appeared to be looking at her feet. The situation amused her. Kellie was only 5’ 2 " at the time, and the salesman stood at least 6’ 1 ". She considered the fun she could have teasing an older man who stood nearly a foot taller than her. She felt a power surge in her body and decided to invite him in. She was worried about him molesting her. She didn’t advertise it at all, but she was entirely capable of defending herself. Her father had placed her in karate classes when she was 8. 6 years and one black belt later, she was a confident young lady.

" All right, come on in, " she said, opening the door wider. The man’s eyes lit up, and he exclaimed the word " great! " two times. His enthusiasm caught Kellie’s attention. She wondered if this was not a desperation sale. That brought a smirk to her face. She led the man into the living room and motioned for him to sit on the recliner just adjacent to the couch. She sat on the end of the couch and crossed her left leg over her right in a position that made the sole of her foot perfectly visible to the guy.

Don Rogers’ heart almost skipped a beat when Kellie’s sole became suddenly exposed no more than 12 inches from where he sat. The distraction was almost more than he could handle. He found himself continually looking quickly from the briefcase in his lap to the girl’s face so that he could glance briefly at her foot each time. The sole was, in fact, the color of cream and flawless. Jesus, he thought to himself, they were beautiful. He finally cleared his throat and started talking magazines.

" What I have here, " he nervously said, leaning over toward the girl with a pamphlet in his hand, " are the discount prices I was talking about. " He extended his hand just three or so inches above her foot. Kellie looked at the pamphlet, and he took that opportunity to get a real good look at her foot. He felt so close to it, the impulse to kiss was nearly overwhelming. Kellie could see him out of the corner of her eye. It was time for a little fun.

" I don’t want to read it, " she said, almost arrogantly. " You can just point out the parts I need to know. "

" Well, all right, " the salesman replied. Disappointed, he began to recline back in the chair.

" I’ll hold that, " Kellie interjected, taking the pamphlet out of the man’s hand. " I can see it better this way. " She pointed at the ground in front of the recliner. " You can sit there so you can see it, too. "

Don Rogers felt almost as if " he " was the teenager, and this young girl was an adult giving him orders. But she is only a teenager, he thought to himself. He considered himself an adult and had a certain amount of self pride. And here was this adolescent making him feel like he wasn’t good enough to be in the same room with her. He felt like responding and restaking his adult authority, yet he was also hesitant to seem defiant to her. He felt that she would dismiss him for the act, and his sale would be out the window. Then he wondered what difference there would be if the sale wasn’t an issue. It bothered him to conclude that he would still feel as if she were his superior. Pride and all, Don Rogers nervously slid off the chair in his only suit and sat on the floor. His nerves took another jolt when he realized the young teen’s foot was less than six inches from his face. His composure was not the hardest thing to keep down at that time.

" Now, " Kellie spoke, startling the man, " show me the prices. " As she said this, she held the pamphlet toward him by placing the back of her hand on her ankle so that the pamphlet was poised just a half-inch above her foot. Don Rogers could not have avoided looking at her foot if he had wanted to.

" It’s... it’s... I mean the prices... the prices they... I mean the prices are below the magazines... the titles... the prices are below the magazine titles, " he stammered like a foolish child.

Don Rogers was in the process of redefining the density of an erection, and he was on the verge of splattering his shorts with a volume of cream unmeasurable in the real world. The stiffness between his legs was agonizing. His hand was shaking when he extended his arm toward the pamphlet. Kellie moved her hand back slightly as he reached so that the position of the pamphlet would require that the salesman’s wrist would be directly above her foot. She observed his erection, too. She was really enjoying herself.

Don Rogers realized that he would almost be touching the girl’s foot when he pointed at the magazine title at the bottom of the pamphlet. The very idea sent a shiver down his spine. With trembling fingers, he pointed at that spot, and his wrist made contact with the side of her heel. The skin was cool and felt almost like silk. And it was slightly moist. He was paralyzed with the moment.

" Mr. Salesman? " Kellie called, shaking him from his stupor. He realized that he was still pointing at the pamphlet and resting his wrist on Kellie’s foot. " You can quit pointing now, " she said. " I can see the title. " Don Rogers quickly retracted his hand.

" I’m sorry, " he uttered, looking down, which was a bad idea because Kellie’s foot stared him right in the face. He swallowed and stared.

" Are you all right? " Kellie questioned. " You look pale. Does your head hurt? Here, let me see. " Kellie placed her hand on the top of his head and rubbed it.

" Nuh... no, " was Don Rogers’ reply. Kellie placed her hand on the side of his head and pushed in a little.

" No... it’s feeling okay. " Kellie placed her hand on the back of his head pressed.

" Are you sure? " Kellie pressed a little harder, moving the salesman’s head some two inches forward. His face drew closer to her foot. Don Rogers could not speak.

" Hmm, " Kellie continued, frowning, " maybe I’d better look at it. " Kellie leaned over to look behind the salesman while, at the same time, pushing his head forward. Contact was made, and Don Rogers was suddenly in another world.

He had seen it coming. She had kept pushing his head forward inch by inch, and he had not even tried to stop her. He felt completely under the control of this pretty teenager’s ambience. Suddenly, as if in a dream, his lips were pressing against the softest, smoothest object of worship imaginable. He could not move or speak with the electricity spinning crazily through his spine. He felt more pressure applied to the back of his head which pressed his face into the girl’s foot. He made a muffled grunting sound and heard a giggle. He heard a voice telling him that he was going to have to prove how much he wanted to make a sale. The voice told him to lick the foot in his face. Don Rogers, grunting like a pig, opened his mouth and began french- kissing the moist foot of a 14-year old. His head bowed like a slave, he paid homage to the goddess laughing above him. His tongue swirled across the velvet surface of her instep; he slurped the soft wrinkles, the satin texture. Don Rogers lost his composure within seconds of submitting to his needs. Come gushed from his steel rod like water bursting from a balloon. The spasms rocked his body with impunity. The dampness filled his pants with darkening madness. His eyelids fluttered, and Don Rogers slumped to the floor.

Kellie was beside herself watching the salesman grinding his mouth and tongue on her feet. She saw the stain spreading in his pants just before he fell over. He lay there, breathing heavily with his eyes rolled back in his head. Kellie moved herself from the couch to the recliner and rested both feet on his face. His body convulsed in reaction, and he sort of flopped there for several seconds. Kellie leaned back and enjoyed the soothing warmth of the man’s face under her feet.

Don Rogers awoke but could not see. He felt something cool and slightly damp on his face, and he felt delirious. When he stirred, the softness lifted off his face, and he breathed in the cool air. He then remembered where he was. He arose groggily to his knees and looked at the smirking face of the young girl who had made him grovel. He was embarrassed without knowing what to say. He looked at his watch and realized he was due to report back to the bus in 20 minutes. Still, he had not written out the magazine order. Embarrassed, humiliated, humbled, shamed, whatever—he needed to make the sale.

" Uh, ma’am? " he managed to speak, " could we finish the sale, and I’ll be on my way? "

" I’m not buying anything today, " she responded. " You can leave now. "

Don Rogers was beside himself. This arrogant bitch had played around with him like a department store toy, and now she was dismissing him! The ire rose in his throat and bottlenecked upward. He suddenly realized who he was, and who he was would not take this shit from a young girl. He got to his feet and looked at her with the color red in his eyes.

" Now listen to me, you snot-nosed bitch... " he hissed. " You either buy two subscriptions or I’m going slap that pretty face of yours until it bruises. "

Don Rogers was never able to accept the concluding events of that day. He could recall raising his hand to strike the smart-assed girl in the mouth when, suddenly, the breath was knocked out of him from the girl’s foot striking his solar plexus. Her strength was startling, and he had fallen to his knees. He looked up in sheer disbelief at her face and caught a glimpse of a sneer before a creamy smooth foot crashed against his mouth. His eyes crossed, and the room skipped around on him. He felt a curious sensation, as if he was nodding furiously, or something. His next conscious experience would be behind some bushes in the girl’s front yard. He did not bother to wonder how long he had been out and why the top of his head hurt. Nor did he bother confronting the girl again. He knew what had happened, and he knew it could happen again. Don Rogers picked up the briefcase and pamphlet lying beside him and staggered out of that neighborhood for the first and last time.

Kellie rested on her bed and remembered how she had watched the salesman leave the yard that day. He had no idea how funny he had looked when she landed the first kick to his face. He had started to fall backward, but she had grabbed his shirt collar and held him up long enough to deliver ten barefoot kicks to his bobbing face. He looked like Tim did the night before. Kellie looked at the clock and decided she had better get going to the mall. She decided to wear sandals in honor of her conquest of the salesman.

As she left the house, Kellie looked over at the bushes where she

had dragged him by the hair. I wonder if he remembers me? Kellie

thought to herself with a smile. She looked around. It was a

beautiful day and would be even better tomorrow at school. She

decided to walk to the mall and enjoy the weather. With that,

Kellie Bruner turned and headed off, her tanned feet flashing in

the sunlight. 

Dangerous Part III

I thought that I wouldn’t have anymore trouble from Kellie after the way she beat and humiliated me over the weekend. Still, I realized everyone at school would know about it, and I wasn’t sure how to respond. I decided just to be as low key as possible and ignore or laugh off any situations that would be potentially embarrassing. The night had been difficult for me to accept. I mean, the mere thought of getting my ass kicked by a girl was bad enough. Even worse was the idea that it had been Kellie who had physically destroyed me using just her feet. The humiliation of her stepping on my face and forcing me to lick her feet in front of lots of people was the ultimate disgrace. Jesus, I was a lot bigger than she was. I should have been able to take a girl. Still, after that night, I didn’t want any part of her. I would suffer the humiliation from school until it blew over. At least she had gotten her victory and wouldn’t have any need to do anything else to me.

When I got to school that day, everybody, I mean everybody, had something to say or a question to ask. Annette, a girl I used to date (and dumped unceremoniously), was the first to come up to me. By the smile on her face, I knew she had heard. As she walked up, she brushed her blonde hair from her eyes and bit her lip slightly, as if she were trying to decide how she wanted to begin. It didn’t take long.

" Hi, Tim, " she began, " I hear you got into a fight this weekend, and your face is bruised. What happened? Did some big, powerful weightlifter make those bruises on your face? "

" Weightlifter? What are you talking about? You mean Kellie’s date? I don’t know if he is a weightlifter, but he seemed to know karate or something. "

Annette’s eyes opened wider, her mouth parting in a surprised smile. " Kellie’s date?! Wait a minute, someone told me it was Kellie, and not her date, who messed you up like that! "

" That figures. No, it was her boyfriend. Furthermore, he hit me before I was ready, or else this might not have happened.

Annette looked at me quizzically, deciding, it seemed, whether her source of information had been reliable.

I snorted. " Of course I’m sure. Geez, do you think Kellie could do this to me? "

" Well..., no, I guess not, " she said, frowning, " but Jane seemed pretty sure about it. She said you sucked Kellie’s toes. "

" Come on, Annette, " I responded. " Can you picture me sucking anybody’s toes? "

She squinted her eyes at me. " Not really, unless you were forced to or something. But, I don’t know, Jane seemed really sure.... "

" To hell with Jane. " I was feeling a little bolder for some stupid reason. " The day Kellie can kick my ass is the day I’ll suck your toes. "

That slight smile returned to Annette’s face. " Well, if I do find out differently, " she said, " you can clean my ring for me. "

I thought about that one. What if she did find out? I looked down at her feet, but her brown, leather shoes covered her feet and the ring on her left middle toe. I pictured myself having to clean her ring if I was caught in the lie, and the thought was discomforting. I didn’t want to have to lick the feet of a girl I had dumped for some other chick I had met back when we were going out. But, at the same time, I wasn’t going to withdraw my story.

" Yeah, whatever, Annette, " I finally said, starting to walk away. I heard her last words as I wandered off.

" I will find out, Tim, and you will get on your hands and knees and lick my feet if you’re lying. And I’ll laugh at you while you do it! "

I shook my head slightly and kept walking. First bell was about to ring, so I headed to class. Thankfully, my first class was not with Kellie. If I had it my way, I wouldn’t see her at all today. The school wasn’t very big, about 400 students, and the building were set in sort of a quad structure with separate structures comprised of a small number of classrooms. I didn’t have to walk out in the yard area if I didn’t want to. That would allow me to avoid her at least until lunch. Then again, I could leave campus for lunch and not have to see her until 5^th period.

It worked fairly well. Those who had not attended the party were given my " Kellie’s date " story, and I simply ignored those who had been at the party by smiling and shaking my head as if dismissing their statements. It helped to enter each class just before it began. The teachers had this thing about students talking during lecture. Between classes was the hardest, but I managed to keep the embarrassment at a minimum. Finally, the lunch bell rang, and I headed for my car.

As I walked out of the classroom, Jane came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned my head toward me as I walked.

" Annette said she talked to you, and you told her that it was Kellie’s boyfriend who beat you up. Monica told me it was Kellie. "

" Yesterday afternoon. She’s sick or something today, so I haven’t had a chance to talk to her again. "

That was fairly good news to me, at least delaying the undesirable until I could come up with some other patch. Still, I wondered if she would talk to Kellie. She and Kellie weren’t exceptionally close, but the possibility of them talking seemed likely.

" Yeah, I guess the story is getting around that Kellie kicked my ass or something. I know she hates me, and that may be why she’s saying that. She may tell you that she did kick my ass, but if she does, just remember that she might say anything the way she feels about me. "

Jane seemed to be thinking about that. She cocked her head a little to the side and spoke:

I mentally froze for a second. With a quick shake of my head and a, by then, habitual snorted, I responded.

" Look, Jane, I’m just going to let things pass. Whatever happened over the weekend is over. Kellie’s date got some good shots in on me, but I don’t hold a grudge. As far as I’m concerned, it’s over. So, I’m just going to avoid anymore hassles. Comprende? "

Jane looked at me. " Whatever, but Annette has this thing about making you grovel at her feet if she finds out you’re lying. She says she’s going to talk to Kellie, and if it’s true, you will either get down on your knees to her or she’ll ask Kellie to beat you up again. "

I didn’t like the sound of that, but I was too proud to confess anything.

" Whatever, " I said, breaking away from her toward the parking lot.

I had to pass by the bench situated beneath a big tree by the cafeteria. It was the only way to reach the parking lot. A group of students were gathered on and around the bench, but Kellie wasn’t one of them. I couldn’t see her anywhere, so I figured I was home free. As I started to pass the bench, Mr. Racer, my history teacher, came out of the cafeteria and called me over. I thought about ignoring him, but he had seen me looking directly at him. Against my better judgment, I stopped about twenty feet to the side of the bench, and he walked up to me. He started talking about a project he wanted me to help him with (I was actually a good student), but I wasn’t hearing much of what he had to say because Kellie and Annette emerged from the cafeteria and made their way to the bench. Kellie was wearing some designer t-shirt, grayish shorts, and white sandals with spaghetti straps. Seeing her for the first time since the weekend was strangely erotic. Her power over me had psychologically raised her to a level and lowered me several. I felt that she was better than me, something I had never felt about anyone. To me, she was someone to be feared. Since I didn’t want the humility, I just wanted to be away from her. I honestly despised her and all she stood for, but it was the power, the sheer power, that drew me to her. Given the opportunity, I would have spat in her face and punched her nose bloody. But I had my opportunity recently, and I lost big time. Before she or Annette could notice me, I turned away and acted as if I were listening to Mr. Racer. After a few more sentences, he concluded and walked off. I felt transfixed because I felt suddenly alone and vulnerable. However, I started walking again with my eyes straight ahead. With just a little luck, something bad could be avoided. My luck ran out in less than three steps.

" Hey, Tim... " a voice called out, almost at a conversational level. My face started to tingle because the voice was Kellie’s. Slowly, I stopped walking and turned my head in her direction. She was sitting on the side of the bench facing me, a burrito in her hand, and a smile on her face. An evil, badly intentioned smile. I swallowed.

" Yeah? " I answered, trying to subtract the vibrations from the sound of my voice. She raised her left hand, extended her index finger, and motioned me over. Fuck, was the predominant thought in my head. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Her right leg was crossed over her left, and she rotated her ankle as I approached. When I came within five feet, I stopped. I didn’t say anything but just waited for her to speak. She did.

" I’ve been talking to Annette, " she began. " Annette says you told her that my date beat you up. Did you tell her that? "

Kellie’s tone was condescending, and the shame of not being able to stand up to that tone ate at me. I thought quickly for a response to neutralize what might happen and a way to get out of the situation.

" Look, Kellie, " I said, placing a light blanket of self-assurance on my voice. " I don’t want to get into anything else about anything with you. I know you despise me, and I can’t say I blame you. So, I’ll just keep to myself, and you don’t have to worry about me, and I won’t bother you. "

I prayed silently that my statement would inoculate the situation. It didn’t.

I pursed my lips for a second and rubbed both eyes with the fingers on my left hand.

" Anything, Kellie. If I did you wrong, then I’m sorry. You hate me, and that’s fine. I’d like to leave it at that. "

" But you didn’t tell me what it is you don’t want to get into me with. "

I licked my lips briefly but stopped when I realized it probably would make me look nervous. I had to think a way out of the situation. I could see the clouds building, and the storm was due any minute. At that point, Annette joined in.

Several of the guys and girls smiled when she said that. Kellie, herself, had no expression on her face. I could sense her disgust for me.

" Let it go, Annette, " I responded. I was at an impasse. The questions were becoming more specific and the answers less available.

Kellie, still sitting calmly, interrupted. " She doesn’t have to let it go. She can say anything she wants, and she wants to know who did that to your face. Why don’t you go ahead and tell her... "

I thought fiercely and opted to salvage my pride and hope the consequences weren’t stiff or immediate.

" I got into a fight with Kellie’s date, " I said evenly, looking directly at Annette. Kellie’s eyes seemed to darken, and she spoke to me slowly:

" I’m going to give you a choice, Tim. You either tell the truth or you eat my burrito. "

That was a strange request, but I couldn’t believe the window Kellie had provided for me. Eating the burrito would be easy. I had already said that I wanted to avoid anymore problems and eating the burrito would almost be a noble thing to do, like a gentleman’s act of chivalry.

" Okay, " I responded, " to avoid any more tension, I’ll do what you want. " I began to walk over. At the same time, this arrogant smirk stretched out on Kellie’s pretty face. I walked up to her and extended my hand for the burrito. Everyone at the bench was looking on with great interest.

Kellie held the burrito toward me. I started to close my fingers on it. Suddenly, just as I almost had it in my grasp, Kellie opened released the burrito and let it fall to the ground. I stared at her.

This wasn’t looking too good. Yet, I remained emotionally controlled. I closed my eyes, smiled, and shook my head.

" Okay, Kellie. " The tone was patronizing. " Like I said, I don’t want anymore trouble between us. I’ll eat it even though you dropped it. Then, I hope you will be happy. " The manner in which I said those words convinced me that I might actually pull the whole thing off, leaving our classmates with the impression that Kellie was a spoiled brat, and I was doing the gentlemanly thing. I leaned down to pick up the burrito. Kellie stopped me by placing her sandaled foot near my face.

I hesitated, still half-kneeling on the grass. With intensifying horror, I watched as Kellie leaned over and began untying the ankle straps on her right sandal. With the bow undone, the shoe dropped to the ground next to the burrito. I started to rise but she held up her hand, motioning me to wait for a second. I spent that second watching Kellie extend her cream colored foot and lower it onto the burrito. As I stared stupidly, she began to grind her foot on the burrito. Flour, beans, and whatever else went into the things were being smeared on the sole and side of her foot. To this day, I will not forget the sight of beans squishing up between her toes or the way her foot abruptly stopped grinding, lifted off the mess, then dangled there as Kellie again crossed her leg at the knee. Beans, flour, and dirt covered her slender foot. I was still in my half-bent position.

" Now, " she said, extending her foot toward my mouth, " enjoy your lunch. "

Any noble charade in the world would be rendered meaningless if I licked the dirt and burrito off the foot that stared me in the face. The fight or flight response was rebounding inside my head, with the flight part bouncing hardest. On the one hand, I could fight her; however, if I lost (and after the weekend, I knew that was a strong possibility) she could really injure me badly and would humiliate me, anyway. If I ran, everyone would know what a coward I was (afraid of a girl, they would say), Kellie would track me down eventually, kick my ass, and humiliate me then. Either way, I would suffer physically and be embarrassed in front of lots of people. The only other response, and the safest, would be to lick her foot. Somewhere inside me, I realized that a simple confession about the weekend would no longer suffice. The confession would simply be made, and she would still demand my submission. The choice was clear. I heard a collective gasp as I bowed my head, opened my mouth, and extended my tongue to her foot.

" Wait, " Kellie said abruptly, " and don’t move an inch. I’ve got a better idea. " So, I stayed that way, on one knee, with my neck and tongue extended. She continued:

" Ask me for permission to lick this shit off my foot. " She was giggling, apparently enjoying herself. " And put your other knee on the ground. Get on your hands and knees, little doggie, and beg for my foot. Pray to me that I don’t kick your face in like I did the other night. Do it now. "

I swallowed hard. The blood pressing against my cheeks, and I could hear people laughing and commenting at the sight of me bowing before Kellie Bruner, in complete servitude to a girl sitting on a lunch bench with her foot dangling in my face. To my immediate left, her shoe and sock lay on the ground. What had once enclosed her foot would soon be replaced by my mouth. My face was going to be used like an object, something for her personal satisfaction. I was no better than that shoe and sock. I was going to lick some dirty, trampled shit off her foot like I was a dog at her command. The realization of my position brought tears to my eyes. I breathed in deeply, then did as I was told.

" Princess Kellie, " I continued with no hesitation, " may I lick your foot clean? "

" Raise your head and look straight ahead, " she answered. I did so, and Kellie extended her foot and slowly wiped it from heel to toe across the front of my face. Gritty layers of burrito covered my left eye, nose, and mouth. And I just knelt there letting her do it. Everyone was either grinning or laughing, the loudest being Annette. Kellie just smiled.

" Now lick the rest off, " Kellie ordered, pointing her toe toward my mouth in a pristine manner. I opened my mouth and accepted her toe inside. I wrapped my lips around it and began sucking. I swallowed the residue that remained and moved my tongue around to clean her toe completely. Once the burrito had been sucked off, the softness of her toe took over. Again, I was amazed at the purity of her feet. I couldn’t believe that something so soft, silky, and sweet could be so deadly. The creamy texture and tone of her foot stared me right in the eyes. I hated what I was doing, and I hated the person I was doing it to, but irony of my hatred and the incredible object of beauty in my mouth captured me. I felt my dick starting to stir, and I tried to control it, to make it go down or away. But it grew and grew, and I sucked and sucked. My body started to spasm as orgasm approached. I could hear murmurs and laughter as sweat began to bead on my forehead. The grunts that came from my throat were not under my control.

" What’s he doing? " I heard Annette say. My eyes were closed tight and my cheeks were caved in from the sucking. The pleasure I was receiving from Kellie’s smooth toe intensified with every movement of my mouth, every swab of my tongue, as if I were sucking myself. I could feel the liquid rising from my balls, climbing my rigid shaft that seemed to have a mind of its own.

" Oh, my God, " Kellie blurted, " he’s getting off on my foot again! " More murmurs and some shouts of surprise. Laughter. Shrieks. Giggles.

The pants I wore that day were thin, white cotton. The knees were already stained from my kneeling position. The stain that spread in my crotch was undeniable as the come flooded forth, sending me into convulsive twitches, hard grunts shaking my throat. I felt as if I were in some metaphysical coma with lengths of colorful pleasures wrapping around and inside my body. I started to hump the air as string after heavy string of hot cream poured out of my cock and into the fabric of my attire. I could hear my classmates screaming about the dark wetness spreading outward. More laughter and exclamations of disbelief. Kellie’s soft toe never left my mouth.

Gradually, the sensations subsided as did the force of the contractions. My breathing slowly lessened it’s crazed force. My senses started to return, senses of shame, humiliation, softness, and warm stickiness. I opened my eyes and stared at the tanned foot I held in my mouth. I waited for God knows what.

Kellie was laughing above me. She continued to laugh as she lifted her other leg and rested it on my right shoulder, the ankle supported by my shoulderblade. I looked at her face and saw the bright smile shining away. She licked her lips and addressed me.

" Clean the rest of my foot now, " she said. " I have to go to class in a few minutes. " She leaned her head back to enjoy the sun on her face. Her elbows supported her on either side. She withdrew her toe from my mouth and seemed to smirk at the plopping sound it made. She held her foot straight out and told me to get busy.

With my lips and tongue, I washed her foot clean of the food and dirt paste. Again, I marvelled at the wrinkled softness of her soles. I could never imagine anything being that soft and moist. Her foot was clean, but I continued to lick and french kiss her slender instep, her baby-smooth heels. I was repulsed at my behavior and outraged at her arrogance. But I licked like a dog. Like her dog.

The sensations began to return as my lips locked in. I was beginning to shake again when her foot suddenly was taken away. In my half-delirium, I tried to follow it down to the ground to finish my assignment. When Kellie’s other foot halted my progress with a push against my shoulder, I realized what I had been doing. I just stopped where I was, my hands and knees planted on the ground, my head bowed to her tanned foot. She told me to get her shoe and sock for her, which I quickly did. I handed them to her, and she told me to look up. When I did, she placed her bare foot firmly on my faced and forcefully pushed me away. My head lurched violently, and I fell onto my back. She told me to stay there. I did.

When her foot was again adorned with footwear, Kellie stood and walked over to where I lay. She stopped directly above me with both feet on either side of my head. She wasn’t smiling.

" The next time you decide to tell someone about the ass- kicking you took over the weekend, you’d better tell the truth, Tim, " she said, " because the next time, I won’t let you off with a footjob in front of a crowd. The next time, " she concluded, planting her sneakered foot on my face, " I’ll just kick your ass again. " With that she pressed down and stepped on my face, walking on and over it so that she could get to class.

As she walked away, I started to rise. I could hear the laughter from and around the bench as the crowd began to disperse. My psychological strength faded, and I laid back down. It wasn’t until the laughter had faded that I began to raise my head again and get up. I had not moved more than three inches when something soft and moist blocked out the light and pressed my head back to the ground. The voice above it was familiar. It was Annette who now held my face to the ground. I had no esteem to stop her, to keep her from standing on me that way.

Annette’s voice was clear. " I told you that you would clean my ring if I found out you lied. Tim, I’m really ashamed of you. I can’t stand people who lie. That really pisses me off. " She lifted her foot off, and I watched her walk toward the bench. She was barefoot.

" Get up and crawl over here, " she said without turning around. Considering what had transpired over the lunch period, I had little resolve to disobey her. Besides, the way my life had suddenly changed over a span of three days, she would probably have been able to kick my ass, too. So, I got to my hands and knees. I crawled over the grass to where Annette sat on the bench, her arms folded across her chest, her left leg crossed over her right, her burgundy-painted toenails dangling eight inches from the ground, her gold toe-ring shining brightly in the sunlight. When I got to within an inch of her sculptured foot, she extended one arm and pointed at her toe.

I opened my mouth, bowed my head, and to the sound of her laughter, took her toe into my mouth, and sucked. And sucked... and sucked....

Two weeks had passed since Tim had sucked Kellie’s toes in front of virtually the entire school. Kellie enjoyed replaying that scene over and over in her head. She was convulsively delighted with the fear Tim had of her. She was a girl, considerably smaller, and attractive—a combination that would not ordinarily suggest the power she packed. Now, it seemed that every guy in the school wanted to take her out. Funny, she thought, how boys seemed to thrive on a dominant female. Though, in truth, she didn’t consider herself dominant, nor did she have any interest in playing the dominant theme just for sexual purposes. If she chose to be dominant, she chose it because she was angry. Whips, chains, and studded collars were no big thrill. The thrill was in the potential she carried—the potential to do real physical damage with her bare feet.

It was a Friday night, and Kellie was bored. No parties this week. She and Monica had decided to go see a movie. That, to Kellie, seemed fun enough, at least for one Friday night. As she grabbed her keys and headed out the door to her car, she took a quick glance in the hallway mirror to check her appearance. Her white shorts meshed nicely with the teal top and socks. She wore a pair of brown leather dress shoes to punctuate the look. Casual and presentable enough, she decided. So out the door she went.

Joshua Erickson was new in town. He had arrived with his parents roughly three weeks before. During his second week of school, he had been witness to the humiliation of that Tim What’s-his-name guy who, by the order of some incredible-looking brunette, had dropped down to his hands and knees to lick some really grimy shit off her feet. He kept picturing the brunette’s smoky look and the way her eyes seemed to reflect some private light of their own. He wasn’t sure exactly what the deal was, but as he understood it, this babe had royally kicked this stocky guy’s ass at some party, and he was afraid of her. He had a difficult time picturing it. He guessed her to be around 5’6 " or so with a nice build that probably weighed her in at 110 pounds, give or take whatever. She was tone and tanned. He had watched in amazement as that Tim guy sucked this girl’s toes. Joshua, himself, had the same urge because her feet were seemingly perfect. Slender (he liked slender) and silky were two adjectives that raised their hands when Joshua went looking for descriptive volunteers. It was no wonder the guy had come in his pants. Joshua, during the event, had noticed a sharp increase in volume right behind the buttons of his favorite Levi’s. He had been masturbating to the scene for the past two weeks.

Joshua thought these things to himself in the middle row of the Sequoia Movie Theater. There may have been ten other people scattered around the theater. He attributed the low turnout to the movie’s horror theme and its poor reviews. Still, Joshua liked suspense spliced with a little bloodshed. To him, that was fun because, good or bad, those types of movies tended to be fast-paced.

Horror movies were interesting to both Monica and Kellie. They liked to be scared, although most horror movies didn’t do much more than make them laugh. Some were good, though. They walked into the theater just as the lights went down and the show started. Kellie’s eyes weren’t that great in the first place, and the darkness of the theater didn’t help to find a couple of empty seats. Occasional bright flashes from the screen aided them a bit, at least enough to realize that there weren’t a whole lot of people in the theater. Finally, a decent flash illuminated a row that seemed suitable. They turned into the row and picked two seats near the middle. They didn’t see the frame of the boy hunched down in the seat directly in front of Kellie. They sat down with their knees on the back of the chairs facing them. Kellie looked at Monica.

" I feel blind as a bat, " she stated, with a smile Monica couldn’t see.

Kellie laughed, pushing Monica playfully in the arm. " I had to look good, " she joked.

" Well, dear little Kellie Bruner, you look fine, " Monica whispered.

Kellie turned and focused on the screen. After a few seconds, she decided to remove her shoes so she could get more comfortable. Monica noticed and whispered that if Kellie had worn sandals like she did, she wouldn’t have to remove her shoes. With sandals, she added, you always had the air hitting your bare feet. Kellie stuck her tongue out at Monica.

Kellie countered, " Still, it feels better when the air first hits your feet if you’ve been wearing socks because your feet are moist. "

So, Kellie removed her socks, exposing her feet to the air. She decided to drape her legs over the front chair since it looked most comfortable. By crouching down in the seat, the back of her knees met perfectly with the back of the chair, and she could still see the screen. Monica thought Kellie’s position looked comfortable, so she did the same. In the seat directly in front, Joshua Erickson was beside himself and between the legs and feet of Kellie Bruner.

The movie had just started when he had heard the voices of two girls approaching his aisle. The voices had grown louder in proportion to their distance from Joshua, and he realized when the two turned down the aisle behind him. As was his custom, he was slouched down in his chair with his legs beneath the chair in front. In an optimally illuminated darkened theater, he would have been hard to notice. When the girls sat down behind him, he wondered if they were cute. He hadn’t met too many people in the time he had moved. As the girls talked, he imagined what they might look like. He had just decided that they were both blonde when he heard one call the other Kellie Bruner. Joshua had remembered that name from school as the name of the girl about whom he fantasized. The very notion that Kellie Bruner sat directly behind him excited the boy to no end. Her feet, he rationed, were probably within his reach if he had the guts to touch them, although he knew he wouldn’t dare. What she had made the Tim guy do scared Joshua. If she could do that to him, he could only imagine what she might be able to do to him. He didn’t want to find out. At the same time, his fear of the girl bothered him. He didn’t like thinking that he was afraid of anybody, much less a girl. The thoughts were confusing and arousing at the same time.

He was in the middle of those thoughts when he heard Kellie say something about " bare feet " and how socks make them moist. He was just starting to put a licking fantasy together when he noticed movement out of his periphery. With stunned surprise, he realized that the movement belonged to Kellie’s feet. He suddenly felt as if the erection in his pants had neither a beginning nor an end. At the moment, he felt as if he were just one big boner. He looked up, being careful not to move his head. He saw Kellie’s leg extend out in front of him for a split second then fold in so that the back of her calf rested on the front of his chair. Kellie’s feet found their place on either side of his head, dangling so that the bottom of each foot was roughly an inch above his shoulders and the sides about two inches from each side of his face and in clear view if Joshua shifted his eyes to the right or left just a little. He was in awe of himself at that particular moment of his life.

Joshua sat in an electrified stupor. Kellie Bruner’s feet (The Kellie Bruner!) were beautiful, perfect, and practically in his face. Looking to the right, he visually traced the tapered outline of her sole and instep. It looked like cream. Her heel was smooth with absolutely no blemish or callous. Her toes were exquisite, nicely proportioned, toenails a deep burgandy which contrasted nicely with what appeared to be a polished golden-brown tan. Joshua turned his head ever so slightly and extended his tongue with a slow, deliberate probing. He had the courage to bring the tip to within a fraction of a centimeter of her instep. He lingered there for a second then cautiosly extended it just enough to make fuzzy contact. He couldn’t believe it. His tongue was touching the feet of Kellie Bruner! It wasn’t much of a touch, and he couldn’t really experience the tone or texture, but he knew that, no matter what happened the rest of his life, his tongue had been against the feet of a goddess. With some disappointment, he moved his head back to its original position and continued to stare, encoding the shape of her feet to memory. He felt as if he could come at any second.

Meanwhile, Kellie leaned back and enjoyed the cool air on her very moist feet.

Joshua’s trembling nerves could have been measured on the Richter Scale. His head was virtually sandwiched between the two prettiest feet he had ever seen. The objects of his fantasies, the icons of their desires were within inches of his mouth. In full, real-life view, Joshua was experiencing a significant subset of his life’s greatest interpersonal need. They just dangled there, limp, the curves angling in a silky slant. At times, the foot would lift as Kellie flexed her toes. It was at those times that Joshua would nearly lurch toward them with open mouth and extended tongue, but preconcious templates of what had been done to a tougher person just two weeks prior effectively kept Joshua restrained. His crotch was throbbing so bad, he felt as if the bulging ejaculate was leeking out of the sides of his shaft. The sensations he felt down there were comparable to what he could imagine as the softest, most experienced mouth in the world wrapping itself around his tool with a gentle sucking and magnificent licks to the underside. The pool was rising, he felt, and might soon relocate itself to the outside world. The thought of coming in his pants concerned Joshua, a little; however, the thought of not coming when he was this close to the feet of Kellie Bruner bothered him even more. The stain would be worth it this one time, he concluded to himself.

Kellie deserved it.

While the movie played on, Kellie relaxed in the darkness of the theater. She really enjoyed losing herself in the film, especially when life became a little boring. Just thirty minutes into the movie, she found herself actually engrossed. Their were stupid parts, sure, but she didn’t really take life that seriously in the first place. Dumber things, she realized, happened in reality. Take Tim, for instance. How much stock would a stranger give to a story that she, Kellie Bruner, had dismantled and subjugated a much bigger person (a male at that) and forced him to lick her feet. Twice. With and without the burrito. She could just imagine how other guys might react to such an account. Most wouldn’t accept it unless they had witnessed it firsthand. The defense mechanisms that would likely kick in would be an engineer’s dream. Denial, displacement, sublimation—they would all be employed. She could picture some guy rectifying the incongruencies by creating scenarios in which Tim recovered himself emotionally and avenged himself by biting off her toe or something like that. Kellie smiled to herself. Give her five minutes with such a person, and she would have him on his knees as well, her toe so deeply sunk in his mouth his cheeks would be caved in. Poor guy, she thought, he would probably cream in his pants. She giggled politely to herself.

Judging by the increased status she had obtained since the beating (and burrito), she figured that most guys were aroused by the transposition of the more powerful male and weaker female. She figured that the flawless shape and size of her feet a lot to do with it, too. Even before the incidents, she often noticed that people often glanced frequently at her feet. She knew that her feet were virtually perfect, but the constant gawking could still be irritating. She didn’t mind if someone took a look, even two looks were okay if the second was a reflexive double-take. However, when the person kept stealing glances and acted as if it were unnoticeable or if the person hid behind things or shielded his eyes and acted as if he were reading a book or thinking about something, then Kellie became irritated. She knew what was up, and she would confront the person and ask him loudly if he would stop staring at her feet. This was generally embarrassing for the person, and a red-faced departure was generally the outcome. During the past two weeks, though, her demeanor had undergone a transformation. She had an attitude. One that she liked. A lot of kids were saying she was arrogant or stuck-up (but not to her face). But they all catered to her. Her friends (though selective) were still her friends, and them she treated as equals. That’s life, she concluded, leaning back in her chair. Reflections over, Kellie returned her attention to the movie. She noticed that the backs of her knees aching slightly from their constant contact in one place. An adjustment was in order, so she decided to reposition her knees closer together.

Incredibly ironic, but entirely coincidental, Joshua had been playing the tongue-extension/fuzzy-touch thing again when Kellie decided to bring her legs together. He was in full wide-eyed, opened- mouth extension when the foot his tongue was again barely touch closed in on him. The shock of what was happening paralyzed his body as one foot pasted itself onto his mouth while the other foot pressed against the back of his head. His tongue, still stretched out, was squeezed flush with the instep of Kellie’s slender foot. The result was the sight of Joshua Erickson locked in a forced french kiss with the moist object of his obsession. Joshua became lost in the episode, immobilized by a velvet softness even he had not imagined in two weeks of deep fantasies. Contact was only momentary because both feet were abruptly jerked away at the same time as a " What the fuck?!... " arose from behind him. The brief contact, however, had been enough, and Joshua’s organ released itself in gushes, spasms, strings, and hitches unexperienced in his youth. His hips jerked spasmically, thrusting violently up and down, sending waves of warmth and physical spirals from some special place below his waistline. His eyes glazed over, and Joshua’s head fell limp on his right shoulder. Joshua Erickson could not take the pleasure.

Kellie had felt relief when she moved her legs together. Circulation was, indeed, important. The next emotion she felt could best be described as surprise—surprise that her right foot ran into some object in the seat before her, even more surprised by the feeling of something " wet " there, as well. The " What the fuck?!... " response was completely reflexive and, considering her tacit expectation (an empty chair), perfectly understandable.

n her side. She stood up at almost the same time. Leaning over, she saw the shaded outline of some guy who’s body shook curiously and who’s eyes were almost rolled back in his head. She thought he must be epileptic.

Kellie noticed that the guy appeared to be coming out of whatever he was in, so she reached over and shook his shoulder.

" Are you sick or something? " she asked. The boy shook his head and uttered a nearly inaudible " huh-uh. " Kellie probed further.

" Then why were you shaking like that? I mean, your eyes looked all gross, just white. What was going on? "

The boy cleared his throat. " Uh... mm... I was asleep... having a dream... that’s all. "

Kellie supposed that made some kind of sense, so she moved on to the next topic.

" Since the movie started. Since... uhmm... it began. But I fell asleep right before it started... because... you know... I was here actually before the movie began. I mean I’ve... you know... been here the whole time. "

Kellie looked at Monica with a puzzled frown. Monica returned the look with a shrug and a half-smile. She followed the exchange with a question:

Monica had made only the slightest effort to lower her voice. This recognition caused Kellie to stifle a giggle. She leaned in Monica’s direction with one index finger tapping the shhhhing indicator on her own smiling lips.

" Don’t say that so loud, " she admonished with playfully wide eyes and a similarly constructed smile, " he might hear you. " Both girls could barely keep from laughing.

For Joshua, getting caught in the middle of a remarkable orgasm had been bad enough, although it appeared that his quick thinking had managed to sneak the truth past the suspicious point. He did not, however, enjoy being called " retarded. " These girls were obviously making fun of him without considering why he might be stammering or how he might be affected by the comments. Of course, he certainly didn’t want them to know the truth because they would have had a fairly good reason for laughing at him.

The point was, though, that they didn’t know the truth. Now, that was irritating.

" Excuse me, " he began, " I hate to ruin your pleasure, but I am not retarded. I was sleeping. " Joshua enjoyed the way he enunciated " sleeping. " It made him sound cool.

" Yeah, " Kellie added, " geez, lighten up. " She sat back in her chair and wore the same type of smile.

Joshua grinned. He supposed he might have reacted a bit sensitively. He shrugged his shoulders.

Joshua nodded and started to turn and sit back in his chair. At the same time, he noticed that Kellie once again draped her legs over the back exactly as she had done before. Joshua wasn’t sure what to say. He cleared his throat and looked at Kellie, who, it seemed, was too engrossed in catching up on the movie to notice him. He cleared his throat again. No response. Finally, he decided to speak.

" Uhmm..., " was all he could come up with. But it was enough. Kellie, as if being shaken awake herself, suddenly jerked her eyes in his direction. The look she gave was of genuine blankness, as if she truly did not know that her feet were hanging in his seat.

k the form of small gestures with his upturned hands toward the chair. The girl looked puzzled. This failure to communicate left only the verbal alternative, which Joshua took.

With a tiny smile, Joshua said, " Sorry, but your feet are kind of in my chair. " His hands fiddled with each other. The expression on Kellie’s face went from blank to neutral.

" Well, go sit somewhere else, " she replied, quite matter-of-factly.

Joshua’s face felt somewhat warm, a little numb—prickly, perhaps. He simply could not believe that this girl was that arrogant. No one, not even Kellie Bruner, had the right to stake her claim to whatever fancy happened to be striking her at any given moment. In the time it took to think that, irritable had passed, and Joshua was on his way to pissed off.

" Look, " he said with lowered tone and inflection, " I was sitting there before either of you got here. I have a right to that chair, and you have no right to tell me to move somewhere else. "

He waited for a response, but Kellie had turned back to the movie. At the same time, Pissed Off stepped aside to make room for Seething.

" Hey! " Joshua exclaimed with a volume finely tuned to sound like a yell from within a five foot radius but only a noticeable noise that would taper dramatically past that boundary. Kellie looked straight at Joshua. She, too, looked irritated. Joshua, however, was having a moment—concentrating more on his own emotion than the one evidencing itself in Kellie’s eyes. They were getting that smokey look Joshua would have recalled had he decentered a little bit.

Kellie, had she been asked, would have confirmed her irritation. For one, this weird guy was essentially " demanding " the seat she needed to be comfortable. Number two, and just as importantly, the guy hadn’t even been watching the movie. He had been asleep! For those two awfully good reasons, she did not think she was under any obligation to give up the seat. Apparently, he wasn’t as good a reasoner as she was because he was too insistent. That was the greatest source of her irritation.

Joshua stood his ground. There was a principle involved, and he was all for principles. He had a long history of having a short temper, and he was at his verbal best when the fuse blew. Clever words, names, and assorted phrases just seemed to breed from the anger, sort of like that meiosis and mitosis stuff he learned in biology. Now, with Ms. Bruner’s full attention, he exploited the emotion. With care, though. Again, he was not stupid.

Kellie interrupted, " How do you know my name? " Their initial exchange, Joshua’s mention of her name and Kellie’s follow-up, effectively diffused the intensity for the moment—Kellie because she had never seen this guy before in her life and Joshua because he had forgotten that. He fought to recover from his newly resurrected nervousness. He would not, he thought to himself, speak stupidly.

" I go to the same school, " he flatly replied, quite proud of his recovery. Kellie squinted her eyes.

How had he learned her name? Joshua, himself, had some difficulty remembering. Had the Tim guy said it? Had one of the other spectators said it? Perplexing. Joshua would liked to have known the answer to how he knew. The quest for knowledge was now in control of the emotional vehicle. Full motion. High gear. Eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed, left hand scratching the back of his head. Joshua was entirely lost in thought.

" Maybe... " he murmured to Kellie, himself, or anyone else listening, " that Tim guy said it, but... I’m not sure. "

" What do you mean that Tim guy? " she asked. Joshua looked at her.

" You know... Tim, Tim Something-Or-0ther... the guy you made.... " Joshua caught himself, realizing that he was about to tell her that he had seen her make Tim Whatever toesuck. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to keep that information to himself, but he thought it might be because then she would know that he was aware of her abilities. There might be some leverage in that for her.

With her legs still dangling over the chair and her lips curved with a subtle smile, Kellie Bruner, Princess of the Lunch Benches, caught on.

Joshua had not noticed the tiny change in Kellie’s facial expression. It was even his fault in a way because he stood where the sceen’s reflection would have, under reasonable physical circumstances, provided sufficient contrast. The consequence was that he remained in his moment when, perhaps, he should have been elsewhere.

" No, " he said defiantly (and confidently for that matter), " it’s Joshua. Jaw... shew... uh.... J-O-S-H-U-A. " Kellie laughed.

Joshua fumed. This bitch was no fantasy. She was arrogant and rude. She wasn’t better than he was, and he didn’t have to take the verbal aggression. Still, he understood that he was not insulting her back. He understood that plainly. He needed some type of clever response.

" No. " Joshua cursed himself for his two-letter return. Kellie laughed again.

" Joshua No? Nice name. Your parents must have been bored. But I like the name Retard better. Joshua Retard. " Kellie gazed rubbed her chin and looked toward the ceiling. " Yep, Joshua Retard has a nice ring to it. Sort of like Joshua Dumbass or maybe Joshua Buttlicker. Wait, how about Joshua Dumbasslicker? If you accent the second syllable, it would even sound poetic. " She cupped both hands to her mouth. " Telephone call for Mr. Dumbasslicker. Mr.

y the bathrooms. " This time, both Kellie and Monica squealed with delight. Meanwhile, Joshua was near tears and had had enough.

" You are a royal bitch, " he said. " Bitch. B-I-T-C-H. Can you spell that? Or maybe there are too many letters in the word. Oh, wait, maybe the combined consonants at the end of the word throw you off. You know, like the last letters in the word Fuck, like in Fuck-Off.

Kellie wasn’t laughing anymore. She looked straight at Joshua, unwaveringly.

" Ok, Retard. You’re starting to bore me. Why don’t you take yourself away and go sit in the retard section? Monica and I want to watch the movie. " Joshua looked at her without moving or speaking.

ken together, Joshua was vigorously motivated in two separate directions. Unfortunately, the product was a multiple of its components. It was like being locked in a small room. He could go any direction he wanted, but he wouldn’t go very far. Given the alternatives, the immediate solution was to stay put.

Joshua returned to his equation. Let’s see now, option one would be to stand up to her and suffer a potential ass-kicking. Of course that would mean he would be in the same position as the Tim guy, and quite honestly, the Tim guy had looked pretty stupid the other week. Option two: leave, go sit somewhere else and just accept the fact that he was afraid of her. End of story. Joshua opted for option two.

What did he mean? He supposed he meant it in the abstract— that he had better things to do. Joshua, though, further supposed that, if you broke it down, what he meant was that the consequences were not commensurate with the activity. In short, he would rather give up the seat than get beaten up. Of course, he couldn’t let Kellie Bruner know that.

" I meant that I have better things to do than haggle over a seat. " Joshua approved of his usage of the word " haggle. " It substituted for the word " fight " and, more importantly, carried a considerably less violent connotation.

" Huh-uh, Retard, " Kellie spoke softly (a little too softly for Joshua’s likes). " You can’t just say that I’m insignificant then walk off. "

" Hey, I wasn’t calling anyone anything. I just meant that I don’t want to get into it with you over the seat. " Joshua grimaced at his current selection of words. " Get into it " didn’t sound so good.

Joshua didn’t like the way things were going. Too fast, he thought. Rather than pursue any other elaborate sentence, he decided to make the apology and be on his way.

" All right. Okay, I’m sorry if I offended you. The seat’s yours. " Joshua held both of his hands up, palms outward, to demonstrate his sincerity. He nodded once then turned to leave.

" What kind of apology is that, Retard? You weren’t on your knees. "

Oh, shit. Joshua was back to two-word communication, albeit private for the moment.

Joshua remembered what happened to the Tim guy when he tried to maneuver his way out of a confrontation with this girl. He wanted none of that. Therefore, Joshua Erickson obediently dropped to his knees. Meanwhile, Kellie and Monica giggled.

Down on both knees, Joshua could still see over the seat—could still see Kellie Bruner’s pretty, leering smile and Monica’s attempts to stifle her giggles. Down on both knees, Joshua could see Kellie’s satin-smooth feet dangling before him, as if waiting to be kissed or stepped on. He was ashamed at the moment, ashamed of his cowardice and his posture. Thank God, he thought, the theater was dark and would be dark for a little while longer.

Both girls laughed. " Can I go now? " More laughter.

" I don’t know, Retard, " Kellie managed to reply between laughs. " I’m not sure if you mean it. How can I be sure that you are truly sorry? Huh, Retard? How could I possibly be sure. "

Tears started to well up in Joshua’s eyes. More than any other time in his life, he simply did not know what to do.

So, you can get off your knees and go home... "

" ...after you suck my toes. " Joshua’s heart spun around like a top.

" Yes, Retard. Suck. S-U-C-K. Suck. My. Toes. And do it now before I get mad. "

now it. Two girls were laughing, but he couldn’t hear that either. Joshua was experiencing absolute bliss, total erotica, complete intoxication. He slurped loudly as orgasm approached.

" My God, Retard, what happened to you? " she said with mock alarm. " You were shaking all over. Did we have ourselves an accident? " Kellie and Monica laughed with great pleasure. Looking up, he saw the two girls peering over the seats in his row. Though Monica continued to laugh, Kellie stopped abruptly and looked at him calmly.

" What’s it like? " she asked, " What’s it like to have to suck my toes? I mean, there is nothing you can do about it. What does it feel like to have to get on your hands and knees and suck my toes just because I ordered you to? " Joshua knew it was a rhetorical question. Kellie smiled.

Joshua obediently opened his mouth, and Kellie slipped her toe out with a plopping sound. She moved around behind the chair for a brief period. Joshua guessed that she was putting on her shoes.

Suddenly, Kellie leaned over, placed her right hand behind his head, and pulled him to her. Her mouth covered his, and her sweet tongue locked him in. Joshua wanted to melt right then and there. The kiss couldn’t have lasted long enough. But end it did, and Kellie patted him on the cheek.

" You were a good boy tonight, Joshua, " she whispered. With that, Kellie and Monica walked away, leaving Joshua and his slightly-parted mouth in that empty row. She is a goddess, he thought, an absolute goddess. Joshua felt as if her were under an odd spell cast by this beautiful young girl, a girl one year his junior but ten years his superior. He felt a wonderful need for her, an obsession of sorts. She was a bitch and a princess. Joshua liked the combination. Moreover, he was still physically intact (if you didn’t count the lowered sperm count which, he noted, was quickly rising), and he had sucked the toes of Kellie Bruner. Joshua looked around with a dazed expression. Fuck, what a night. He decided that he had better get home so he could beat off a few times before he went to sleep.

Epilogue: Kellie Bruner slept peacefully that night, quite taken by the impact she had had on Joshua.

Joshua Erickson did not sleep much that night, and in the morning, he was sore between the legs.

THE END