Pushed further

After the wrestling match, you found yourself on the floor, utterly defeated, surrounded by the remnants of your humiliation. Eleanor and Emily stood over you, clearly reveling in their victory. You had never felt more exposed or ****, but deep down, a part of you still craved more.

“Looks like you’ve had enough fun for one day, Tom,” Eleanor said, her voice smooth and teasing. “But we’re not done with you just yet.”

Emily stepped forward, her expression mischievous. “Let’s take this to the next level. How about we really make sure you understand your place?”

You watched as she pulled a pair of her thick, used socks from her gym bag. They were slightly damp from her workout, and the smell hit you instantly—a mix of sweat and something strangely intoxicating.

“What do you think?” she asked, holding them up in front of your face. “Should we gag him with these?”

You gulped, heart racing. The thought was both horrifying and exhilarating. You knew you were completely at their mercy, and part of you couldn’t help but feel a rush at the idea.

Before you could protest, Emily was already kneeling beside you. She shoved the socks into your mouth, forcing them in with a strength that made you realize just how much power she held over you. The dampness clung to your lips, and the taste was overwhelming. You could barely register your surroundings as your mind began to spin with humiliation.

“How does that feel, Tom?” Eleanor asked, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Are you enjoying your new position?”

You could only nod, the socks muffling your response. Eleanor leaned down closer, her eyes locking onto yours. “Good. Because it’s about to get even better.”

With a swift motion, Eleanor reached down and pulled off her knee-high leather boot, revealing her smooth foot encased in a snug black sock. The sight was enough to make your heart race, and your mind whirled with the implications.

“You’re going to worship my feet,” she said matter-of-factly, holding the boot in one hand and the socked foot in the other. “And if you don’t, I’ll make sure this gag stays in your mouth for a lot longer.”

The power she wielded was palpable, and despite the humiliation, you felt your body responding to her command. It was as if you were in a trance, compelled to obey.

Eleanor placed her socked foot directly in front of your face, the scent of her foot filling your nostrils. “Get to it, Tom.”

You hesitated for a moment, the reality of what you were about to do crashing over you. But then you leaned in, your lips brushing against the fabric of her sock. The texture was soft yet oddly commanding. You could feel the warmth radiating from her foot, and an involuntary shiver ran down your spine.

“That’s it,” Emily cooed, clearly enjoying the sight. “Suck on it, worship it.”

You obeyed, your lips enveloping her foot, sucking gently on the fabric as you felt your face flush with humiliation. Every ounce of pride you had left evaporated with each movement, replaced by the overwhelming desire to please Eleanor.

“Good boy,” Eleanor praised, her tone dripping with condescension. “Now let’s see you show some real appreciation.”

You increased the pressure, kissing and licking along the contours of her foot, feeling utterly debased yet strangely exhilarated. Eleanor watched with satisfaction, her expression a mix of amusement and dominance.

“Now, let’s get you even deeper in this,” Emily said, a wicked smile on her face. She reached over to her own feet and slipped off her Ugg boots, revealing her thick, fluffy socks. “You should worship my feet too.”

Without hesitation, she pressed her socked foot against your face, the softness contrasting sharply with the hard reality of your situation. You turned your attention from Eleanor to Emily, your body complying with their demands, your mind a haze of embarrassment and submission.

“How does it feel to be our little foot ****?” Emily asked, her voice teasing yet commanding.

You mumbled something around the sock gag, but the words barely formed. All you could manage was a **** nod, agreeing with the unspoken truth that you had surrendered completely to their whims.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Eleanor taunted, enjoying the sight of you at their mercy. “Look at you, completely debased. You could’ve been a powerful businessman, but now you’re just our little plaything.”

With both women’s feet pressing against you, you felt utterly overwhelmed. Each kiss, each lick, further solidified your place beneath them. You were no longer just a man; you were their obedient servant, their toy to play with.

“Let’s make it even better,” Emily said suddenly, glancing at Eleanor with a conspiratorial grin. “Let’s really make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

She stood up and grabbed a roll of tape from her gym bag. You watched, wide-eyed, as she approached you again, the sock still lodged in your mouth. Without a word, she began to wrap the tape around your wrists, binding them together tightly.

Eleanor laughed, clearly pleased with the direction things were taking. “This is going to be fun.”

With your hands bound and the gag in your mouth, you felt the heat of embarrassment flood through you. You were completely at their mercy now, with no way to fight back. The reality of your situation settled in—you were theirs to control, and you knew you were loving every moment of it.

Eleanor stepped back, admiring her handiwork. “Now, let’s see how far you’ll go for us, Tom.”

With your hands restrained, you were **** to crawl on your knees, your face inches away from their feet as you worshiped them both. The weight of their dominance pressed down on you, but you didn’t care. You craved the humiliation, the feeling of surrendering yourself completely to them.

“You’re doing great, Tom,” Emily said, her voice dripping with mock praise. “Keep going, and maybe we’ll let you clean up our socks later.”

Eleanor laughed, clearly enjoying every second of your submission. “And don’t forget to thank us for this privilege.”

As you continued to lick and kiss their feet, you realized that you were lost in a world where power dynamics ruled. The humiliation only fueled your desire, and you could hardly comprehend the exhilaration of it all.

This was where you belonged—at the feet of these powerful women, worshiping them and reveling in your own degradation.