Sara's Weakness, Part 2
(Posted on Monday, April 23, 2001)
This story was submitted by Pam.

If you haven't yet read the first part of this story, click Sara's Weakness, Part 1.

Sara didn't come back to the room that night. It was the first time that she ever did something like that, and I really enjoyed the privacy. Besides, I was hoping that she'd want a new roomate after our little toe-kissing incident and never come back anyway.

I started thinking about how I sometimes found my shoes arranged neatly, which I've never done in my life unless my mother made me. I also thought about some missing socks and pantyhose, and I started searching through Sara's stuff. I found them inside her pillow case! She was sleeping with my dirty socks!!! This was getting a little weird even for me.

Later that day she came back to the room. I was on the couch when she entered. She was wearing the same clothes and holding a Bible close to her chest. She said, "Hi," and sat down on the couch looking like she had something important to say.

"About last night," she said, "you know I was just kidding, right?"

"What are you talking about?" I said. She was acting way too smug, and I wanted her to say it.

"About... you know..."  I just looked at her blankly. "...You know... you stubbed your toe...?" Her overconfidence was starting to melt, but I wasn't about to let her off the hook.

"That wasn't your fault," I replied like I was clueless about why she was starting to babble.

"No... not because you stubbed yor toe... because I...." she was starting to blush.

I just raised my eyebrows and nodded as if to say, "Yes, go on."

"I kissed your toes," she blurted out.

I just stared at her.

"I just didn't want you to get... you know... the wrong idea."

"What idea would that be?"

"Ya know... like... I really meant it."

"I know you really meant it," I said taking advantage of her nervousness. She's such an idiot.

"No! No no no," she giggled nervously. "I mean I didn't really mean it."

She was smiling sheepishly and I knew that she just wanted to drop the whole thing. Her embarrassment was starting to get me excited and I liked it. I had an urge to shove my foot into her face and see what she'd do. Seriously, I just wanted to push her down to the floor and stomp on her pathetic, self-righteous, lying face. I didn't know where these ideas were coming from, but my adrenaline was starting to rush!

"You're a fucking liar!" I sneered and pushed her shoulder with my toes.

"Pam!" she said all surprised.

"Don't Pam me. You loved it!" I growled planting my foot on her chest and giving her another shove. It took all I had not to tromp all over her.

"No... I..." Her mouth was open, but nothing came out at first. "I... you... you asked me to." Her face was red and her hands were shaking.

"So you'll kiss anybody's feet as long as they ASK?" I said with a disgusted tone as I planted my other foot on her chest with a thump. She looked terrified, and I thought she was going to run out of the room and never come back. No such luck though.

"No!" she cried defensively.

"So it's just my feet?"

She didn't answer.

"No? So those aren't just my socks in your pillow?"

She looked surprised and terrified.

"Or are you starting a collection from all the girls on the floor? Or maybe even from your little church friends. Maybe I should just go ask around if any of the girls are missing socks?"

"No! Please Pam." She was sniffling now and starting to cry. My heart was pounding hard and I was feeling quite sadistic.

"Why not?" I shouted as I pushed her with my feet onto her back. My toes were on her neck and she looked pathetic, but she didn't try to get away. "Is it just me, or do you have a perverted little thing for everybody's feet?"

"It's just you. I've never done anything like this before you," she confessed as she sobbed. "Please don't tell anyone."

"Why me?"

"I don't know. I just think that your feet are so... beautiful." Snif, snif,  slobber, slobber. "I can't help myself... I'm sorry!" Wah wah wah, blubber, blubber. She was a pathetic mess.

"Then show me," I told her a little more softly as I pushed my feet up onto her face. She didn't struggle, but she did beg.

"Pam... please," she whimpered.

"Kiss my feet, Sara!" I said as I kicked the Bible from her hands and rubbed the bottoms of my socked feet all over her face.

Sara let out a moan of surrender and started stroking my insteps as she kissed the bottoms of my dirty socks. She started gripping my socks and pulling them off of me as I ground my feet into her face.

"You wanna take my socks off, don't you?" I asked.

"Oh yes," she cried as she began ripping the socks off of my feet.

She was enjoying it a lot more than I wanted her to, and when she started licking the bottoms of my bare feet wildly as she grunted and moaned, I got pissed off. I yanked my feet away and through clenched teeth I growled, "Now you have my socks. Go wash 'em... and all the ones that you fucking stole. I don't even want to see you until you're done!"

As I walked out of the room she begged, "Please don't tell anyone."

I just kept walking and slammed the door without saying a word. I knew that I wasn't rid of her yet.