Gugxiom Portable Foot Stool, Improve Human Mechanism Ergonomic Ergonomic Desk Foot Rest Adjustable for Travel in Home Office

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As I rubbed her right foot that was just hovering above me, she gently put it down to where the heel of her foot was on my chin and her toes were pointed down towards my feet. I loved that she just put her feet wherever she pleased, not worrying about how I felt. After a while of rubbing her right foot, I moved onto her left foot and started rubbing. While rubbing, I unintentionally zoned out and started staring up at her face, just thinking about what was going on.

Yeah, Allie is having a ton of people over her house tonight. A lot of upperclassmen and cute older boys too, I bet. She invited the whole basketball team and told us to bring whoever we wanted, as long as they came in with us." Grace told Viv. I saw her look at me when she mentioned bringing additional people. minutes went by of her foot just casually pushing my cheek into the ground, my head started to hurt but I didn't care. I rubbed her left foot as well as I possibly could while she just casually used my face as her furniture. After a while of rubbing her left foot, she didn’t say anything but just took it out of my hands. Then she adjusted my face to where it would be pointed straight up and put both of her feet on my face yet again. I was forced to inhale her sweaty gym feet, this time much worse smelling than the first time I had smelled them, but still just as amazing. I have been reading stories on the mousepad for quite some time now, and many stories are awesome...while others are obviously exaggerated even when they say non-fiction. This is my first post of many experiences in my life, and I will try to do my very best to accurately describe what actually happened. The worst thing is when you are enjoying a story then half way through you hear some outlandish that just ruins the story and makes it unbelievable. And that, friends, was the one and only true experience worth mentioning with Barbara. To my knowledge she never knew about those couple of minutes, and I certainly never told her, though later on I did reveal my foot fetish to her, and admited to being very interested in her feet.She was rather weirded out at first, but eventually she came to accept it, and would often tease me over online conversations by suggesting that she'd like to see a boy humbled at her feet and that I should worship her when we next saw each other. Unfortunately, I didn't see her again until a few years later, and by then we barely talked any more. Our lives had continued in different directions, and, even though I'm still friends with her in the online world, I wouldn't feel comfortable asking her about her feet in any way. Pity how that happens some times...Besides," she continued "I'm still super sore from that practice. I'd have to wear heels to this party to look good, and my feet are already hurting from running sprints at practice." Viv.... I can't.... I don't...." I mumbled incoherently. I was interrupt by her putting her hand up, as if to silence me. Bust of Gordianus III/Gorian. Marble, Roman artwork, between 242 and 244 AD. From Gabii. (Jastrow/ CC BY 2.5 ) And then as carried her a few steps, I heard her sweet laughter. She was laughing, enjoying riding her horse. I loved that we both just agreed that I didn't really have a choice in the matter even though I certainly did. She was one of those girls that usually got what she wanted so she didn't even consider the thought of me telling her no throughout the whole exchange.

Hey Cind. Geeze, you're looking good, what's the occasion?" She asked teasingly. I instantly felt even more self conscious about myself. Before I could even answer, she continued. Compare and contrast Human Doorstop, the lighter, comedic variant of this trope. Also compare Cruelty by Feet, which is very similar thematically. Tags will be added with each request, originally from Fanfiction.net (hence the first lemon chapter, requested) Oh, Viv, you didn't tell me that this was your best friend from high school! I have a class with her! Sydney, right?" Grace asked snootily. everyone else Thanks for all the kind words!! I’m so glad you enjoyed part one, hope you enjoy part two as wellI'm sure you'll like Cindy, Grace, she's really been helping me out the past few weeks! Such a hardworking selfless friend." Vivian said, giggling.

Now that I was done rubbing her feet, she focused all her attention on just screwing with my face. She put the toes of both her feet on my cheeks and just rubbed them around. I told her "Please get your stinky feet out of my faaaaace." And I laughed so I could show her I wasn't seriously being bothered by all of this. In the middle of her laughing at me, she put her big toe on my lips and said "Shhhhhh. It'll be okay." And then she just put both of her feet on my face, covering everything completely, and just rubbed them around. She would grind the balls of her feet on my nose, squeeze my nose with her toes, mess with my lips with her feet, and everything in between. I loved that her laughter and enjoyment from this was just the fact that she was torturing me.Ashley said “Welp, there’s only one room left, I guess we are gonna be roomies for the night.” And I said “Well that’s fine, at least I don’t have to fake some stupid bet that you made up.” We both laughed and she said, “Ehh, you can just keep doing what I say anyway.” And she laughed and then we both made our ways into the one bedroom left. There was a TV in the bedroom so I watched it while Ashley was on her phone yet again. I heavily thought about what this would mean for our relationship if I got on all fours for her. It would absolutely cement her as the dominant one in this relationship, just fooling around in English class is one thing but me being her full-fledged ottoman at a party is another. I couldn’t help but say yes though as I loved how she could dominate me in such a friendly yet entitled tone, and for some reason I was worried I would disappoint her. Hey, I'm glad you could make it!" My mom said. After a short converstation of where they were going and a number to reach them if there was an emergency my parents were ready to leave."There's tator tots and pizza bagels in the freezer for when you guys get hungry!" I was hungry alright...but not for pizza on a bagel Randy Cunningham: Ninth Grade Ninja: In "Swampy Seconds", Catfish Booray shows off his control over the animals of the swamp by making them form a chair for him to sit on. Randy points out that this can't be very comfortable.

In any case, I was getting ready to settle down to a long night of misery, when I found out something that purked me right up. My sister had decided to have her friend Barbara come over that night so that the two of them could work on a school project together. Barbara was going to spend the night with us, and then the two of them would go to school together. Instead, I dropped my things off near my temporary bed, and headed to the bathroom. There, while reviewing the past few minutes, it took no time at all for me to come to one of the largest climaxes I've ever had. Squid Game: As a sign of how obscenely rich and powerful they are, the VIPs who visit the game's island use live human beings as footrests and pillows, most of them naked except for a coating of body paint. Most notably, VIP 4 is seen resting his head on a woman's enormous breasts. These pictures are just an insurance policy on you. That way, you'll always be mine. It's funny to hear you talk about how best friends should treat each other. Especially considering what you did to me that night after prom....." Viv said, glaring daggers down at me.

This is my second attempt at writing a story. Lost motivation to continue the last one. I hope you guys enjoy this one though! I may have borrowed some elements of some of my favorite stories. Let me know what you think. So now I was in a bind because I literally had to do what she said for the rest of the night or else they would think I was going against the bet, I couldn’t just tell them there was no bet because then it would look like I was just her footrest for no reason. The people from the party put the pizza on the table in the basement for us to eat, and Ashley got up to grab some. I got up right behind her to grab some and she said, “Ahh, what are you doing? Did I tell you that you could grab some pizza?” This brought on some laughter from the rest of the party guests. I asked her if I could please have some pizza, playing the role of having to do whatever she said, and she said “You can wait. I’ve just got a little bit of my show left and you’re going to be my ottoman until it’s done. Because Melissa’s broke ass doesn’t have any ottomans.” Everybody laughed at this and some people were like “OHHH MELISSAAAAA.” With that done, the exhaustion I had so recently forgotten now rolled over me in earnest, so I cleaned up after myself and headed to bed, falling asleep soon afterwards.