So one year all of the science classes in my grade went on a trip to Miami to study climate change. I was super psyched about this because Miami = shorts and flip flops. A bunch of the girls were talking about painting their toenails for the trip so I was getting very excited. In an attempt to make it more fun for us, the teachers set up "bonding activities" so we could get to know people outside of our classes. I was really hoping to be with one of my friends or at least someone who didn't hate me. I wasn't very popular but I had maintained a decent reputation as just being "that guy" that no one really cared about. After the planes had landed and we all got to the hotels, we gathered in the lobby to get our rooms and "bonding buddies" for the next day. I sat with my friends and hoped for the best. "Josh. There was an odd number, so you'll have a room all to yourself for the trip." Everyone looked at me with either jealousy or distaste, as if it were a waste for "that guy" to get the room. I was kinda bummed, but also grateful because this would mean I could relieve myself after seeing some hot foot action. "Josh, you'll be with Abby for the trip". My heart skipped a beat. Abby was one of the most attractive girls in the grade, certainly on the trip. She had long brown hair and was incredibly athletic and popular, but always dressed very nicely. Her friends were giggling and whispering but she just looked at me with her piercing blue eyes and smiled slightly. We all went to our rooms to sleep and I wondered about what would come the next day.
The next morning came around, and we found out what we were doing for bonding. A breakfast date. I was incredibly nervous. We had agreed to meet at a cafe outside on the boulevard. I sat at the table waiting for her to arrive. After 10 minutes she finally came, and she looked stunning. She was wearing a white crop top and floral short shorts. I heard flipping and glanced down to see that she was wearing white flip flops with an incredibly sexy electric blue polish. Her nails matched. She smiled and sat down. "Hi!" she said cheerfully. I was surprised that she wasn't bummed for not being with her friends, so I tried to be as cool as possible. "Hey! I heard this place was really good." I said, somewhat nervously. "Cool! I love the weather here. Such a nice change in scenery. I got so excited for the heat, me and my friends all got pedicures!" she said. She lifted her foot up, wiggling her toes. "You like?" She asked me good-naturedly. I tried to keep my cool as I admired her gorgeous feet. "Yeah, I do. I like the color!" I said. "Thanks!" She smiled. We talked about various things for a while (she was surprisingly fun to talk to) and then she suggested that we go for a walk. I agreed and we paid for our coffee and then we walked down the avenue looking at shops. After an hour, she stopped. "Can we find a place to sit down? I'm really tired." She said. We found a park nearby and sat down. She then stretched her legs out and said, "Hey Josh? Could you please please please rub my feet? I'm super sore. Please?" She asked. I didn't know what to say. My boner had already shot up. "Umm....right now? We're in public...I-" she put her feet in my lap and said "just do it, josh". The sudden dominant tone in her voice took me by surprise, and I took off her flip flops and began massaging her feet. She sighed with pleasure and closed her eyes, leaning back into the tree. Her feet were size 9 and her soles were incredibly soft, and a little sweaty but no awful odor. Her toes were the perfect length, just not too skinny not too chubby. She had an anklet on her right foot. We were both in heaven, and as I massaged her right foot, I felt her left foot rub against my left, wiggling her toes. "Mmm...that's right, just like that" she moaned. I hadn't experienced this dominant side of her, and it was incredibly hot. "Now switch" she commanded, and I obeyed. She seemed to really be enjoying this, maybe even more than I was. "Do you like this, Josh?" She suddenly asked, without opening her eyes. I was taken aback. "Uhh what?". "Do you like rubbing my feet? I think you do" she giggled, placing her foot on my hardon. "WAIT NO ABBY I-" she cut me off by pressing her foot against my mouth, her toes pinching my nose. "Listen, Josh. Don't lie to me. You clearly have a thing for my feet. Am I right?" She asked. I nodded submissively. "Right. So I'm guessing you wouldn't want people to find out about this." She began playing with my dick with her other foot. I couldn't believe this was happening, especially in such a public place. "So here's how this is gonna work, Josh" she said with an evil grin. "You're gonna do whatever I say, okay? Kiss my foot if you understand." She commanded. I reluctantly planted a kiss on her soft sole. She giggled sadistically, and then said "we should go back to the hotel." We walked back to the hotel in silence, with her glaring evilly at me. I was terrified of what was going to happen next. During the science lecture, she repeatedly slipped off her flip flops, flexing her arches and looking at my seductively. It was torture. After dinner we all retreated to our rooms. I laid in bed, worrying about what was going to happen to me. My reputation at school could be ruined. Everyone's going to hate me! I was in tears when my phone vibrated. It was Abby. "Come over to my room. We're gonna have some fun." I gulped and opened my door and quietly walked down the hall to her room.
I knocked on the door and she opened it. She was wearing a football jersey and shorts, and her hair was tied back in a ponytail. She had on knee high gray socks. "Hey." She said, smiling. "Hi..." I said nervously. "Where are your friends?" I asked. "They're in other rooms partying. But we're alone. No one's here to stop me from doing whatever I want to you." she said, giggling. My mind was racing. What if someone came in? What if a teacher caught us? Was she going to hurt me? Abby pushed me onto the bed and got on top of my stomach, her socked feet stroking my chest. "Did you really think I didn't know you liked my feet, Josh? Everyone knows! You stare at all of the girls' shoes in class, you creep!" she exclaimed, emphasizing the last word by pressing her feet onto my face. "Mmm...yeah...smell my sweaty socks." she moaned. "So here's how this is going to work, foot boy. You're going to be my slave for the rest of the year. You're going to buy me shoes, massage my feet after soccer practice, paint my toenails and be my personal foot stool. How does that sound, Josh?" She asked, pressing her foot against my mouth. "MMPH" I mumbled. "Shut up and take my socks off, bitch" she ordered me. I began to take her socks off when she interrupted me. "With your MOUTH, Josh." My boner was raging in my pants as I began removing her long socks with my teeth. Her perfume made the whole experience all the more sexy. She wiggled her beautiful painted toes. "Kiss". she said. I began kissing her soles. Abby sighed with pleasure and began undoing my pants. "Is someone getting excited down there, hmm?" she said, pulling down my underwear. "Lick my feet, Josh." I obeyed and began moving my tongue up and down her delicious, soft, sweaty soles. I felt Abby's soft hands begin to stroke my rock hard dick as she laughed cruelly. "I have complete control over you, slave. Nothing's gonna stop me," she said to me. "Suck my toes" she commanded, pushing her gorgeous toes into my mouth. She was in pure ecstasy, abusing me like this. As I felt precum, Abby pressed both of her perfect feet onto my face, pinching my nose shut again with her toes. "Smell my feet slave." She said as I neared my climax. "Oh yes Josh...that's right. Breathe it in....mmmmm" I finally let go, cumming everywhere, Abby just laughing with evil glee. After I exploded, she made me lick all of the cum from wherever it got, and then she told me I had to leave. I was about to walk out the door when Abby squeezed my balls and licked my face. "See you tomorrow, foot boy." she said with a sadistic gleam in her eyes. She giggled as she pushed me out into the dark hall, shutting the door behind her.
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