Jen Shows Off Her Footboy
(Published on Saturday, January 11, 2003)
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To read the 1st part of this story, click My Sweet Jenny.

My girlfriend Jen was mad at me because I wouldn’t worship her feet in front of her best friend. I had to pick her up in a couple of hours, and then we were going to hang out all day at her friend’s sister’s apartment. I was sure that she had something up her sleeve, "But what?" I thought to myself. "Would it be so bad to let one more person know about my secret?" I thought again.  Jen means a lot to me and I didn’t want to lose her, so I would do whatever she wanted. I figured that I should call to apologize before she started tennis practice.

It was 8:00 a.m. when I called her on her cell phone.  She was pissed that I called her, Jen said, "You should have done as you were told!"

I told her several times that I just wanted to say I was sorry.  Jen calmed down a little and told me I should come and watch her today.  There will be a scrimmage today between Tracey and me.  I asked, "What time should I be there?"

I got to the Glen Oaks Fitness Center a little after 9:00 am. Paula saw me walking around and waved me over.  She asked why Jen was so mad with me.  Paula said, "You better be nice to her because she wants to make you suffer really badly. I got to run I’ll see you later."

Jen came over and told me that the scrimmage would not be until 10:15 a.m. "You can walk with me to court three." She explained. "We have drills and stuff, but it will go by fast. I just want you to know that I have not washed my feet at all these past two days. When I took my bath, I sealed my feet up in a plastic wrap and kept them out of the water. And these sneakers have been on my feet all day and night. Tracey and I walked the nature trails yesterday, and we went for a jog later that night. I had a hard time sleeping in them because my bare feet were burning.  I want you to think about that as you watch me practice.

I watched Jen run all over the court. Her coach had her work on her serve and attacking the net. The drills were getting a little boring to watch. I kept looking at Jen's feet, thinking that they must have smelled so good. Jen had only let me smell her feet once, and that had been only two day’s ago. They smelled a little, but "they must be really raunchy after this," I thought to myself.

Jen was sweating pretty well now; it must have been a good 80 degrees outside. It was 10:00 am and the players were told to get something to drink. They were told, "Anyone who isn't scheduled to play in the scrimmage, move over to center court. Those of you who have to leave, we will see you on Monday."

Paula came over and told me that she would keep me company.  The scrimmage started and I noticed that Tracey didn’t have on any socks either.  She looked so beautiful out there in her gym shorts and tee-shirt. Tracey was about 5 foot 9 inches with legs that went on forever. Tracey wore size 10 sneakers. I knew from looking the previous week.

Watching the two of them, or should I say their feet, was getting me turned on. It was hot outside and these girls were sweating without any socks.  After watching for a good 20 minutes, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, that Paula was watching me. When she noticed that I was out of my trance, she asked me if I was getting into tennis?

I told her, "It's okay. It just doesn’t seem like a Manly game."

Then after some more small talk, she asked me if I was getting exited watching Jenny play with no socks on? She said, "Jen said you would be. Jen told us about you. The way you like to be bullied around. Is it true?"

Paula could tell that I was getting embarrassed and she liked putting me on the spot. She asked me if I liked the smell or if I just enjoyed making Jen happy. She told me, "You know she likes bossing everyone around. She always liked to bully people. Jen even tied up her little sister once until she agreed to clean up her room every week." Paula added that she thought it was strange and sick, but it definitely got Tracey’s attention. "Look John, you may want to take off. We'll will find a ride home. I don’t want to see you get hurt."

I asked her what she had meant?

She replied, "Never mind!"

After the scrimmage ended, Jen told me to wait. She told me, "The showers here will take too long, so we'll shower over at Tracey’s sister's house. Give us a second to say good-bye to everyone."

A little while later, we were on are way. I saw Paula shaking her head at at me in the rearview mirror and I was getting a little nervous. I did want Jen's feet, and maybe her friend's as well, but I didn’t want everyone in school to hear about it.

On the ride to Tracey’s sister's house, the girls were talking about how their feet were killing them after their hard workout. Tracey told Jen that the smell of her own feet was making her sick, and added, "but your feet must be two times as worse!"

Tracey was looking over at me smiling, trying to see how I would react to the conversation. They talked about this and that the rest of the drive.

When we got to the apartment, I was nervous at what might happen. All I wanted was to be under Jen's feet. We sat down in the kitchen and got a glass of water. Tracey was watching me so closely that I was getting worried. My eyes moved to Paula as she took off her sneakers. I knew all eyes were on me, but I couldn't not help myself.

Paula gave a little smile when saw me watching, so I acted like I had to tie my sneaker. Then Paula took off her ankle socks and told us she had to use the bathroom. As she walked across the floor, I could hear her feet sticking to the floor as she walked.

Tracey finally spoke up. She took my hand and said, "So it's true!" She moved her foot on the table and said, "Do you want to take a whiff?"

I looked at Jen who was giving me a dirty look. Jen told Tracey. "John is my footboy."

Jen looked at me and said, "You made me look like a liar. You disobeyed me when I told you to kiss my foot. Do you want my feet now!?"

I replied, "Yes princess. May I please kiss your feet?"

Jen looked at Tracey as they both had a good laugh. Jen asked Tracey, "Should I let him worship my feet? They smell really bad." Then she asked, "Tracey, would you let him kiss your dirty, smelly feet after he lied to you?"

Tracey replied. "We should make him prove himself worthy."

Paula sat back down and said, "You guys are really disturbed." Paula put her socks in her sneakers and moved them under the table.

"What are we going to do?" Jen asked. "We could have fun with John if he proves himself to us."

Tracey then got a pair of handcuffs from her gym bag and said, "We should use these, so he can’t run away from our smelly feet." Turning to John, she said, "John if you let us put these on, you can smell Paula’s sneakers."

Paula yelled out, "Don’t get me involved in this."

Jen told her, "Don’t be embarrassed. I’m sure your feet don’t smell that bad."

Paula was okay looking at five feet, two inches, and a small size five feet. She had long black hair and a very soft voice. I decided to go along with their little attempt to make me feel like a captive. "I only have one demand," I told them. "You let me go when I’m ready. And you can’t tell anyone about this."

The girls agreed and put me in my cuffs. Jen, while still sitting in her chair told me that I had to get down on my hands and knees.

Tracey was loving this. She chimed in with Jen and said, "Get down and be where you belong."

When I got down like a dog, Tracey pushed me with her foot and I fell down.

Jen told me, "Do not talk and do as you are told, or you will not have my feet."

Paula was looking on, but she looked a little hesitant about getting involved. The girls moved their chairs over so they would all be sitting in front of me. Tracey moved Paula’s sneakers in front of me and said, "Smell them, you worm."

As I put my head in her sneaker, I could feel the warmth of her sock. I was taking long deep breaths. It smelled a little like bad milk.

Paula kept saying, "I can’t believe we are doing this. He likes my feet. How gross."

After a couple of minutes passed and the laughing died down, Jen moved over by my face. She bent down and said, "Start smelling my sneaker."

Paula asked, "How is he going to do that when you are still wearing it?"

Jen said, "Smell around my ankle!"

I started sniffing in between her foot and the sneaker.

Jen said, "Good boy. Keep sniffing."

Paula asked Jen, "Are you sure this is okay?"

I kept smelling, but I really wanted her bare foot, or even her sneaker because there really was not a strong smell coming from her enclosed foot. Jen told me to roll over on my back. She sat on my chest and put one foot on each side of my head. She asked Tracey to remove her left sneaker and place it over my nose and the other over my mouth.

Right when the sneaker came off Tracey said, "This is the worst smell ever!"

I was a little overtaken with the smell at first. It smelled like someone left out some food for a month.  My body involuntary jumped forward because of the stench. They loved it. Even Paula came over and sat next to my face to watch my facial expressions.

Jen kept asking, "Do you like my feet now?"

I was actually getting a little lightheaded from the smell. No matter which way I turned my head, Tracey kept the sneakers over my face. A good ten minutes went by before they let me smell some fresh air again. It was short lived because before I knew it, Jen's feet were in my face. She rubbed them all over my face. Jen pulled my shorts off and the girls were saying, "Let's strip him of his dignity."

Jen started rocking back and forth with her ass on my penis, and I knew I was not going to last at all.  When she cupped her toes over my nose, I had a tear shoot out of my eye. It was too strong to take. I finally shot my load and Jen took of her shorts now that they were dirty. She asked me why I kept turning my head fighting her?

I told her the truth. "I don't like your feet when they are that smelly."

"Good, because you are going to get a ,ot more of that, you liar! Now it’s Tracey’s turn, and she has been looking forward to it."

Tracey sat down where Jen was and said. "You're going to pass out now. I have a sweaty foot problem. When my feet sweat, they stink. You can even see little salt balls on my feet.

She was right. Jen put my head in between her thighs and put Tracey’s sneakers over my face. Tracey moved her feet and put them on my throat and pushed a little bit. Tracey was poking me in my stomach, so I tried to laugh, but I was not getting any oxygen. I started kicking and moving frantically. I got free and looked at Jen, my loving girlfriend, and she said, "Lets find something to tie his legs up with so we can finish his lesson on respect."

I started begging, "Jen, please don't tie me up. I'll be good!"

I looked at Paula for some help. She shook her head and said, "I told you so."

They tied my legs and feet together really tight with some thick tape. Paula finished the job by tying tape around my knees. Now I could not move at all.  Jen said, "Lets really get him."

Tracey sat back down with her feet on my face. Jen and Paula sat next to my head with their heels touching the side of my face and their toes were close to my nose. Now that I could smell all of their feet at once. I tried moving to get free, but there was no way I could do that. The girls were all laughing really loudly now.

Jen said, "Try and run, sissy boy!"

They made me lay with their feet in my face for a long time. Tracey asked Jen if I could lick and kiss her feet.

"John, have you had fun smelling our feet? Good you can clean them now.  Roll out your tongue."

As Tracey moved her feet over my tongue, I could taste salt everywhere. They were all staring down at me now. I felt so worthless. She had me suck her toes and heal on each foot. After what seemed like an hour, Paula surprised me by asking if she could go next? Tracy kept her feet pushed up against my ears as Paula moved her feet over my face from above me. Her feet were great, nice and smooth. There was some lint or toe jam that she was going to pick off, but Jen said, "Make him eat it."

Paula was getting a little exited. She was pushing my face a little harder and was talking some trash talk. "Tell me you like them. Tell me you will dream about them."

After I ejaculated, I was ready to stop. I was getting mad that they were having so much fun doing this to me. The fun should have stopped when I shot my load. This was torture! They dragged me in front of the coach and sat down with their feet on top of me. They were ready to eat. After ten minutes of talking about what they did to me, they decided to make spaghetti.

"What will we do with our slave?"