Wavering resistance

Her left foot dug under the fabric of her remaining sock. The toes of her right foot wiggled with anticipation. Millimeter by millimeter, the sock, damp with sweat and juices, was pealed back. The heel was the first part to be revealed. Smooth with a pinkish glow, much like its sister’s. Next, her silky sole was slowly uncovered. At this point, Quinn couldn’t look away. The rational part of her brain pleaded with her, but it was no use; her libido was far too strong. Each newly revealed wrinkle set her heart aflutter.

When the fabric crested the ball of her foot, the helpless girl was practically drooling. She felt herself hungrily licking her lips without even thinking. This was a little confusing. Despite being fully aware of her lustful emotions, Quinn was still unsure sure exactly what she needed from her feet. After all, she had no idea how her feet had been conditioning her.

Wait, why am I licking my lips? I feel… hungry? No, that’s not it, I just… need something in my mouth.

Only the anticipated reveal of her toes helped to enlighten her. They gave a playful wave as the sock was tossed aside. Seeing both feet bared and up close connected something in her subconscious. Suddenly, Quinn found her imagination running amuck. She couldn’t help but think how succulent her toes looked, or how good her wrinkles would feel with her tongue running up them. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to worship her own feet.

The realization of this new level of depravity shook Quinn to the core. The last vestiges of her sensible mind were screaming at the thought of putting feet anywhere near her mouth. Yet, the growing wetness between her legs betrayed a deep yearning to ravish her own sweaty pair here and now.

“Something wrong?” Asked her feet, playing dumb.

“No… I-I just, I want… no… I can’t… b-but I need to…”

The rest of Quinn’s jumbled words caught in her throat. Her right foot wiped some drool off her chin with its toes before sensually wiping itself on her inner thigh. Quinn bit her lip from the caress, eliciting a giggle from the perpetrator. Just when Quinn was about to give in, she was interrupted by her left foot.

“Oh, looks like time’s up!”

“W-what?”

“Well it’s been five minutes, so you did it. You’re free to go. Yay!”

Her soles clapped together in applause.

“B-but…”

Before she could say anything else, she felt her suspended legs drop and her feet hit the floor. Finally, Quinn had regained full control of her facilities. She’d won the freedom she had begged for mere moments ago; by all accounts she should be celebrating, or perhaps weeping with relief. Her normal self would have been rushing to wipe of the remnants of sweat from her face. However, the little writer girl did none of that. She merely sat in her chair, awash with confusion.

Is… is it over? What in the world was that? Some sort of messed up daydream. A hallucination? It felt so real… and I still…

Despite her feet returning to normal, the feelings she had didn’t subside. Her face was still flush, her heart was still pounding, and she still drew in deep, ragged breaths. Carefully, Quinn leaned over to examine her former tormentors. Her feet, with their undecorated but shapely toes, looked as inconspicuous as they always had. She tried wiggling her toes, just to make sure she could control them. As expected, her toes shimmied up and down, following her mental instructions. Instead of simple reprieve however, Quinn felt a pang of excitement in her chest. Even alone in her apartment with no captors, Quinn realized she was getting aroused by her own feet. She quickly ceased moving her toes and threw a hand to her forehead in frustration.

This can’t be happening. I’m turning into some sort of perverted foot freak. And for my own fucking feet of all things! I’ve got to fix this…

Even when panicked internally, Quinn never quite averted her eyes. In fact, she soon found herself reaching a hand downwards. Before she could process what she was doing, her eyes were once again met with the bottom of her left foot, this time significantly less animated and resting atop her other knee. Staring at her slender toes and wrinkled sole brought back the torrent of memories and emotions from the past few minutes.

Quinn shakily traced her hand up and down her sole. Feeling her skin against her fingertips and confirming its softness only made her lust more difficult to contain. This same foot, her own foot, had just humiliated and subdued her. Quinn thought back to how it moved on its own, pressing against her face, and how her toes tapped against her cheeks against her will, covering them in her sweat. It was making her incredibly horny. She then looked down at her panties. She remembered what it felt like to have her toes tease her. How it had made her head spin, even though they were clad in socks.

God, I wonder how it would have felt bare.

Quinn let her mind wander, and her gaze drifted towards her right toes. They laid against the floor, unmoving. In that moment, the disappointment she felt made her realize something.

I-I can’t believe it. I actually miss them! I miss my feet moving on their own.

Quinn scoffed at the irony and ridiculousness of it all. Whether it was real or just a hallucination, she wanted nothing more than to be cast back into the same situation from which she tried to escape. When she redirected her gaze to her left foot, she wiggled her toes wistfully. Even whilst inanimate, they still looked incredibly sexy.

She suddenly felt a droplet of something hit her sole. At first, Quinn was worried her ceiling was leaking, but she quickly realized the droplet wasn’t made of water, and she wiped her mouth against her arm. Simply looking at and thinking about her feet had caused her to start drooling all over again.

“Ugh! C’mon, do something.” Quinn pleaded with her toes, clearly frustrated, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Quinn grabbed her foot from its perch atop her knee and shoved it into her face.

“You win! I love my feet! So just… come back.”

Her nose was stuffed into the space beneath her toes and sole rubbed forcefully against her cheeks. These actions were as good a mimicry of earlier as Quinn could muster from memory. This time however, she wasted no time in talking long, greedy breaths of her own aroma, giving into the pleasure and closing her eyes.

Fuck, that’s good.

It only took a breath or two before her tongue joined the party. One by one, her toes slipped past her lips. Quinn sucked each one vigorously. She was thankful she never painted her toes since she was sure any polish would have come right off. At the same time, she lapped all around her toes as they were in her mouth savoring the taste of her sweat and tickling their bottoms with her tongue.

“Mmmm. This little piggy… tastes amazing!” She moaned.

She eventually stuffed all her toes into her mouth, enjoying them all at once. The impressive flexibility her feet displayed earlier was lost to her, so she had to strain in order to reach them all. The sounds of her pleasure bounced audibly off the walls, and trails of drool painted visible lines down her foot. Quinn pushed her toes as far as her leg would allow, almost gagging herself, before popping them out and sticking her tongue in between each one.

Once she was satisfied with her toes, Quinn moved down. Beginning with the heel, she stuffed as much as she could into her mouth, playfully nibbling and biting. She then pressed her tongue firmly against her sole. Dragging it up her arch, Quinn could feel every erotic wrinkle against her taste buds.

When she reached around halfway up, she felt something odd. Her wrinkles felt larger and more plump. As her mouth explored this curiosity, she found she could also push her tongue further into her sole than she thought possible. In fact, the plump wrinkles felt more like a pair of luscious lips.

It was then when Quinn’s eyes widened. But before she could react, her leg shook itself free. A force against her face threw Quinn into her backrest. Her tongue, still exploring, was greeted by the presence of another. The intruding tongue slipped past hers and pushed its way into her mouth. Quiet moans could be heard as Quinn and her foot locked lips.

It didn’t take long for her to realize what had happened, and it took even less time to return the passion. Wrapping her hands around her foot, the two made out passionately for several minutes. When the latter finally pulled away, a strand of saliva could be seen trailing from its sole. Only then did Quinn sink backwards in a breathless heap.

“Couldn’t resist, could you?” Came the eventual comment.

Quinn meekly shook her head in agreement.

“Well, can’t say I blame you.” Her foot chuckled.

Quinn’s eyes were focused on her left toes as they wiggled playfully. When they scrunched, her soles would show off a cascade of wrinkles that glistened with her spit.

“So…” Her right foot chimed in, “Did you mean it?”

Unlike its sister, her right foot wore a look of innocence. The tone in its voice betrayed an eagerness and anticipation that Quinn found rather cute.

“Mean what?”

“When you said you loved us!”