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TRAMPLING STORY - SMELLY FEET

  

  

  

A few years back I was looking for a place to live. I
read the newspapers and called a couple of places. I spoke
with a woman at one place who had a room for rent in her new
townhouse. Since the rent was in my price range, I arranged
a meeting with her. When I arrived she gave me the cooks
tour, showing me all of the facilities and the room that was
available. I was 23 and she was a semi attractive 33. She
was tall, dark haired, and sort of red-neckish and simple.
I told her I would take the place and asked when could move
in. I moved in the following week.

 
After a few weeks, we got to get to know each other and
started getting along fairly well. We would watch TV in the
living room in the evenings and I would do my share of
things around the house. One day, she was wearing cut-off
shorts, a t-shirt, and some sandles because it was so hot.
The month was July. That evening when we were watching some
tube, she mentioned that her ankle was stiff and hurting
her. I asked if it would help if I massaged it. She said
yes only if I wouldn't mind. Being a submissive and a foot
fetishist, I quickly agreed. I had had only one other
'close' encounter with feet in my life, so I was excited.
During the next 2 hours, I massaged her ankle and foot.

 
After some time, she lifted her other foot onto my lap
because it was probably more comfortable for her. That foot
still had the other sandle on it. I made a comment that it
looked pretty ridiculous that one foot had a sandle on and
the other didn't. She snapped, "So take it off!" I did and
she asked me to massage that foot too. I gladly obliged.
That was the start of my relationship with her feet. I had
hopes that it would go a lot further where her feet would be
in my face and not just in my hands.

 
I had agreed a few days prior to take a look at the
brakes on her car the following day. I jokingly commented
that if I had to go out there and get dirty, then at least
she should be out there too. I mentioned that she should
wear some older clothes, and specifically hinted at old
sneakers so they wouldn't get messed up. I don't recall
exactly what transpired, but while is was laying on the
ground looking at the brakes, I made some comment to her as
she was standing over me and watching. She put her foot on
my stomach and left it there for a few minutes. I can
remember the feeling of excitement in my gut and also the
pulsing in my groin. I had wanted for so long to be under
some woman's feet, and only now had I realized what it was
like.

 
When we got inside, I asked her if she wanted some iced
tea and went to get it. She was already sitting on the sofa
where she always sat. She had just taken off her shoes and
was rubbing her feet on the carpet to get the bits off of
them. I quickly asked her if she wanted a massage. I
didn't want to miss the opportunity to touch her feet after
she had been out in that heat and wearing those old sneakers
with no socks. She said, "Sure, if you didn't mind a little
dirt. My feet are all dirty and sweaty from being in these
old tennis shoes." Of course I didn't mind, in fact I
preferred them that way, but I didn't tell her that. She
put her feet in my lap and I massaged them for a long time.
While I was doing it, I continually kept licking my thumb to
provide a bit of lubricant so I wouldn't chafe her soles. I
know she noticed that I was rubbing her foot with my thumb,
licking the same thumb that had been touching her dirty
foot, and then rubbing her foot again with it. What I was
really doing was trying to taste the sweat and dirt from her
feet!

 
For the next couple of weeks I massaged her feet every
chance I could get. I kept trying to get them closer to my
face without being too obvious that that's what I was trying
to do. One night when I had to leave for work, I was
massaging her feet and had her foot just inches from my
face. Sometimes she would put her other foot on my
shoulder, and sometimes she would even let it touch my head.
I said that I had to get ready for work, and just as I was
getting up, I kissed the bottom of her foot. She didn't say
anything, but looked at me in a different light. My dick
was throbbing and I wanted so badly to have her feet in my
face, to smell their stench, and lick the dirt and toe
cheese from them. I just didn't know how to tell her. I
figured that it would just happen.

 
A few days later I was again massaging her feet. I must
have felt pretty confident because I put one to my face and
started to lick it. She immediately pulled it away. I
asked, "What's wrong?" She said that it excited her when
someone licked her feet. I was curious to find out if I was
the first one to do that to her. I wasn't. I
instantaneously put it back to my face and started to lick
it even more intensly, but in a joking manner! She got
pretty excited and we had some cheap sex that day.

 
I started opening up to her and asking her to wear her
sneakers more often, which she did. I liked to massage her
feet more when she wore those because they made her feet
really stinky and sweaty. I once asked her if she thought I
was weird and she said no, that we were both getting
something out of this. She got massages, and I got to lick
the sweat from her feet and smell their stinky odor. When I
had to leave for a few hours one evening, I told her I would
be back shortly and asked her not to take off her shoes
until I could do it for her. Surprisingly when I returned,
she was still wearing her old sneakers! I sat down on the
sofa and she put her feet right in my lap and said, "Get
going. I kept these things on all this time for you, and
now you're going to have to put up with the smell." I took
off one of her shoes and put it to my face and inhaled
deeply. She just looked at me and sighed.

 
I was doing some sit-ups in the living room one day and
she came by and put her foot on my face, rubbed it around a
little and wriggled her toes on my nose, laughing at my
condescendingly. That gave me and idea. I started saying
that my back was hurting and it sometimes helped if someone
would walk on my stomach. She didn't have a problem with
that. Once she got to where she was standing on me, and I'd
had enough, she would say that she liked having me underfoot
and didn't want to get off. Before she stepped up onto me,
she would always ask me if I wanted her to take off her
shoes or to leave them on. It never mattered to me. After
a few times, she started to stand on my chest, at my
invitation. I asked her if she would stand on my face once
and she said (and I quote), "No problem, just let me know
when you want me to get off, and maybe I will!" This time,
she was wearing my favorite sneakers and she put one on my
face.

 

She hesitated, and left it there but didn't put any
weight on it. She told me to undo the laces. When I did,
she slipped her foot out of it and immediately placed it on
my face, with the bottoms of her toes right on my nose. It
was warm, sweaty, moist, and very stinky. She mocked me
(which I loved), saying that she liked to see my face under
her foot and thought that it must be gross to HAVE to smell
her stinky foot just after she had taken her shoe off. She
noted some of the sensations she was feeling with her foot
fresh out of her shoe and standing on my face. She noticed
how easily it slid around as she rubbed it all over my face,
and this was probably due to all the sweat on it. She could
also feel the bits of foot dirt between her sole and my face
as she smeared her foot on my face. She commented that I
must be dying under all that stink, and as unthinkable as it
was to her, she kept her foot right on my face, rubbing the
smell off of her foot and onto my nose, lips, cheeks and
face.

 

She stressed the HAVE TO because she said that while
I was laying on the floor with her standing on my chest or
face, I HAD to do whatever she wanted. It made her feel
powerful to be able to make me do things that are completely
unthinkable to her. I loved it and she loved doing it.
I started to get a bit more bold after that. I asked
her if she would humiliated me in front of some of her
female friends. She didn't understand why, but still she
asked me what I wanted her to do. I gave her a scenario
where I was her foot slave (here she interjected 'you ARE my
foot slave') and that I would do anything she wanted to her
feet.

 

I asked her to boss me around and MAKE me smell her
feet, lick them, and massage them in front of her friends.
She said she'd have to think about that. She said that her
friends would then want me under their feet, and that would
mean less time under hers, and that was not acceptable!
A couple of weeks later both of her sisters came in
after they had dropped her off. They all had just gone to a
local spa and worked out. Patricia was wearing her (and my
favorite) old sneakers. They all sat in the living room and
chatted. After a few minutes Pat called to me by saying,
"Karl, come in here. I want you to massage my feet.
They're killing me after this workout." Both of her sisters
looked at her with amazed looks thinking "...who the hell
are you to be bossing your renter around like that..." I
came in and sat on the sofa where I usually sat when I gave
her massages, but she told me to sit on the floor in front
of her.

 

I did, and that also put me right in front of the
loveseat where both of her sisters were sitting too! She
put both of her shoed feet in my lap. As I lifted up one
foot to remove her shoe, she said to her sisters, "Watch
this." As soon as I took off her shoe, she put her foot up
to my face and pressed it against my face, twisting it and
rubbing it all over my nose and mouth. She mocked my by
telling me to breathe in the stink and sweat and by saying
how aweful it must smell. Her sisters just watched in
amazement, making comments to the effect that I didn't have
to take that and telling Pat to stop. Pat went on to
explain to her sisters that I was her foot slave and that I
would do anything she told me to do. She said again,
"Watch."

 

She told me to stick out my tongue, and when I
did, she draggeg her foot across my tongue from heel to toe,
stopping at the toes so that she could cram them into my
mouth. Her sisters watched in disbelief. They continued to
talk and I continued to lick and smell the stench of Pat's
feet.

 

Finally one of her sisters asked if she could get me
to lick, suck, and massage her feet too. Pat said of
course, and told me to lie down backwards on the floor. I
was already in front of the loveseat, so I just layed back
and both sisters put their feet on me, one on my stomach,
and the other high on my chest. Pat told the one who had
her feet on my chest to put them in my face, but she
declined because she still had he sneakers on. Pat said not
to worry about it and came over and stepped onto my face and
just stood there for a few minutes while she told them how
durable I was and that I was a slave and that they could do
anything they wanted to do to me. When Pat stepped off of
my face, her sister put her feet on my face and I started to
take off her shoes.

 

She was wearing cheap canvas sneakers-
loafers with no laces and without socks. I couldn't wait to
get her feet in my face. She rested her feet on my face and
just rubbed them all over it and said how great this was.
She asked where Pat had found a wimp like me and how I could
put up with all of this abuse. She mentioned that
sometimes, especially when she wears these canvas sneakers,
how stinky her feet smell. When she takes off her shoes,
she has to put them on the steps outside. She couldn't
understand how gross her feet must have smelled when they
were actually touching my face, yet she continued to smear
them around on my face. When she stopped, I took one of her
feet and started to lick its sole, the toes, in-between the
toes and she was obviously enjoying it. The other sister
still had her feet on my stomach and was just watching. She
noticed that I had a hard on and mentioned it to the others.

 
They all mocked me more for being a freak and getting turned
on by their stinky feet. After a while, I did the other
sister's feet with my tongue and they all just talked,
occasionally throwing in a mock at me. When they were about
to leave, one sister told, almost ordered me to put her
shoes back on. When I did, she stepped up onto my stomach,
then my chest, and put a foot on my face. When she put some
weight on my face, she looked down at me and said "I'm going
to come back with some heels and do this soon. We'll see if
you get so turned on by that."

 
When they had left, Pat came over to me and asked how
she did. I told her fine and that I loved it. And I loved
doing it for them. When I started to get up, she put her
foot in my face and pushed it down to the floor and said
"Not so fast, I want some more. Besides, I think there is
still some dirt and sweat that you missed from my feet."

 
She had put her sneakers back on and of course there was
more sweat and more bits to clean from her feet. While I
was licking her feet, she asked my what turned me on about
her's and her sisters feet. I told her it was the smell,
but most of all it was the feeling of serving a woman and
being subservient. I thought that the best way to do that
was to be underfoot. She told my not to mind her sister and
her threat of high-heels. She was a bitch anyway. She did
say that her sisters had loved the stay and can't wait to do
it again. Pat noticed that I still had a hard on. She said
that we could fuck, but she wouldn't be able to stand the
smell of my face from all of the stinky feet, her's
included, that had rubbed in it today. She told me that she
wanted to watch me jerk off with her feet in my face. I had
been wanting to ever since they had arrived!

 
A couple of weeks went by and I continued to massage
Pat's feet with my mouth as usual. One day there was a
knock at the door and when I opened it, there was one of her
sisters. She was on her way home from work and said that
she didn't come to see Pat, but came to see me...underneath
her feet! She was wearing a nice skirt and a blouse, with
medium-high heels. As we walked into the living room, she
asked me if I was game and if I was, to lay on the floor. I
did and she immediately stepped up onto my stomach, not
being particluarily careful with her heels. I was looking
up at her, and up her skirt and she noticed. She said
"Here's a better view for you." With that she put one of
her heels to my lips and forced it into my mouth and put the
ball of her foot on the bridge of my nose and then stepped
onto my face with all of her weight. She stayed there only
for a few seconds and then went back to standing on my
chest. She kicked off one of her shoes and put her foot on
my face. She was wearing nylons and they were very moist
and sweaty.

 

She told me not to lick. She just wanted to
watch and listen to me smell her stinky feet and filter my
air through her toes and nylons. She insulted me saying
that she could feel the air run between her toes as I
breathed in the stink. She noted that she had been wearing
these nylons all week and wanted them to be especially
stinky for me. She said, "I wanted this to be as unpleasant
as I could make it for you. It's not often I get a chance
to have a man for a slave, at my feet and willing to do
anything I say." After I dried her other foot by inhaling
the smell from it, she stepped off of me and sat on the
sofa.

 

I crawled over there and sat in front of her and
massaged and licked her feet for quite a while. She noticed
that Pat was going to be home soon, instructed me to tell no
one of this visit or else, and left. I told no one.

  
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