Femdom Aunts

Julie stood beside Lucy with quick steps and the sound of her white Nike heels on the wood floor. The smell of Angela's lavender soap still lingered on her hands, warm and fresh.

Smith's crying was like Montana rain;

Sobs, short, sharp breaths, hot, salty tears rolling down her cheeks and dripping onto Lucy's black leather jacket the sound of tiny drops of tears on leather, like rain on a wooden roof.

Lucy hugged Smith tighter;

Her long, muscular thighs under Smith's hips, hard and warm, like two iron pillars covered in soft leather. The leather texture of her jacket under Smith's trembling fingers, rough and slightly sticky with midday sweat, every time Lucy breathed, the leather moved with a tiny rustling sound.

Lucy bent down, her teeth on the skin of Smith's neck soft, warm, slightly damp gasp – then a deep kiss on his wet ear, with the taste of fresh berry smoothie and the smell of Lucy's spicy perfume , a hint of leather and vanilla. Smith let out a muffled scream, the trembling sound of his sobs echoing in Lucy's chest.

Lucy gave Smith a gentle slap with her open palm on his thigh the sound of skin slapping against jeans,the momentary warmth of skin, the tiny twitch of muscle. Smith sobbed louder, tears streaming down Lucy's lips as she kissed him again.

Julie took Smith's hand, her thumb running over his **trembling wrist** – **warm, slightly damp from soap**, **the texture of Julie's skin**, **soft and slightly callused from yoga**.

“Honey, don't you want to eat **Aunt Lucy's** feet** for her?”

Lucy took off her **other black cotton** with a **soft stomp on wood**, pulled off her **black cotton socks** with a **squeak** – **the smell of fresh sweat, salt, shoe leather, a little warm and sharp**. She rubbed the **wet and warm** socks against **Smith's** face** – **the rough, sticky cotton texture** on his cheeks, nose, lips, **the salty taste of sweat** on Smith's tongue as he breathed.

Lucy raised her **feet**, **long, strong toes** in front of **Smith's** mouth** – **warm skin, a little damp, the smell of midday sweat**, **the soft texture of the soles**, **the warmth of life**. **She ran her thumb** over **Smith's** lip** – **salty, warm, a little sticky** – then **gently pressing the back of her head**, she pulled Smith's face to **her toe**.

Julie leaned over, **planting a soft kiss** on **Smith's** wet forehead** – **her warm, soft lips**, **the smell of lavender soap**, **the sound of Julie's soft breath** in Smith's ear.

“Shhh… good children kiss their aunt's feet.”

Lucy gave **another soft slap** to **Smith's** cheek** with the **palm of her hand** – **the sound of a tiny whip**, **a momentary warmth**, **the shiver of skin**.

Angela **laughed** from the front, **the bell-like sound of her laughter** echoed through the hall, Sarah kept her kind smile, but **her eyes sparkled with excitement**.

Smith was in Lucy's arms, **crying, listless**, with **the salty taste of Lucy's sweat** on his lips, **the smell of leather and socks** in his nose, **the warmth of Lucy's feet** on his face, just waiting for the end of this game…

But Julie just smiled and said:

"Now it's **Aunt Julie's feet** turn!"