Collaborator - Self Inflicted Rapture
(Published on Sunday, July 28, 2002)
This story was submitted by Big Mitso.

To read the 1st part of this story, click Fascination - The Renaissance Girl.

It has been many months since Tina literally "woke up" to my fetish for her feet. In that time I have shared my soul with her, educating her about the intricacies of loving the masterpieces that are her feet. From shrimping to using my cum as a beauty treatment.

I have told her of all the times that I was so overwhelmed by the beauty of her feet that I had to do something about the burning desire in both my loins and my soul. In turn Tina has become my consort, my collaborator, the one who will do things with you that normal people would even conceive of doing and that's why I love her, she accepts me wholeheartedly for what I am and has fun participating in my pleasure.

She has lavished my foot desires with every possible manipulation that she could muster with those stems of perfection and boy is she ever flexible. I don't believe there's one inch of those perfect feet of hers that I haven't cum on. I have had many a "session" with her that has always left me utterly spent but completely satisfied.

A couple of weeks ago on one hot afternoon, after one of our mindnumbingly erotic orgasm sessions, we were relaxing on my bed on after sweating like animals for over two hours. We started to talk about moving in together and just generally spooning. The ice I had used during our session had melted so I decided to get us some water. She wanted to have a shower and put one of my tee's on. As I left the bedroom, I heard her open the closet door.

At the time I had forgotten all about the slides that I had taken from her house before us, before the awakening, back when she had had that get together.

As I walked back with the water, Tina came out with an amused look on her face. She held the slides up in one hand and said " I had wondered where these went."

My face went red. "Well….umm….I was hoping that you wouldn't have noticed" I said.

"Well I did, so I think some punishment is in order " she grinned. .

"Oh shite" I grunted.

"Shite indeed" she said with a mischievous grin. "Now let me think" grinning. " I know !!!!".

I was starting to get nervous.

"From now until your birthday, in two weeks, you are not allowed to physically touch my feet or cum on them unless I give you permission. Is that clear."

"Yes, Mam" I said smiling, not knowing the torture I was in for.

The rest of the afternoon went somewhat normally. We watched some TV and talked out on the porch for a while. She made it a point that afternoon, and for those following two weeks, to torture the ever loving hell out of me. As we sat there watching TV, she would rub her bare foot up and down my thigh, teasing me. I couldn't stand it. I wanted to touch them so bad. I wanted to tempt fate, so I reached for them to give them a good shrimping. Tina saw this and drew her feet away and slapped me hard on the hands and reminded me. "No touching for two weeks". She would enforce her command to the letter. My kind of Gal.

Throughout the next couple of days she delivered such torture upon me. She painted her toes in front of me, wiggled her toes in front of me and even purposefully massaged them, knowing full well that I was getting stiff. She even forced me to go shoe and toe ring shopping with her and one of her hot friends. She knew that I wanted her friend's beautiful feet too.

During that shopping spree, we all went for lunch to this fancy place where there were low hanging table cloths and sparsely populated corners. Tina sat directly opposite me as usual . with her friend in the middle of booth seat. As we ordered our food, I distinctly hear the clomp of an empty shoe drop to the ground. I started to feel the familiar friction of a bare foot rubbing up against my calf. I knew it was Tina. I started to tense up, with the friction of Tina's foot travelling up my leg.

When Tina's foot reached its desired destination, I let out a muffled moan.

Tina's friend asked me if I was ok. I just nodded.

Tina started rubbing my manhood up and down though my pants. I was trying to keep controlled. I looked up at her, she had this devilish little smirk on her face that said everything.

She was going to torture me, she was going to bring me to the brink and not let me cum.

She started rubbing more vigorously, knowing that I wouldn't last long. I started panting a little. Her friend stated to look a little worried. She asked me again if I was ok. I nodded again.

Her strokes were bringing about immense pleasure for me. She mashed the head of my cock with her toes as they vibrated wildly bringing about the familiar build up in the back of my balls.

When I was just about ready to blow in my pants, she stopped and drew her foot away. My tension released as I regained my composure. She placed her foot back on my side of the seat. Her sole was resting squarely on my manhood. She left it there for the rest of the lunch, but periodically would press her foot harder, like my manhood was a car pedal. All just to torture me.

As we walked to the car, she asked her friend if she'd like to stay over at her house for the night. Her friend liked the idea. Tina winked at me knowing that I was certainly going to stay over too. She was allowing me to have some fun and reprieve from her torture.