The Torment
(Published on Tuesday, July 6, 2004)
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To read the 1st part of this story, click The Hook.

Like a crack head needing another fix, I couldn’t wait to spend more time with Jenny’s feet. As I was going home, all I could think about was the type of excuse I was going to give Lynn to get away the next morning to do as my mistress had ordered. That next morning, I  made love to Lynn. I figured if I had sex before going to Jenny’s, I would last longer than I already had. I left the apartment under the pretext that I was going to join a study group. I bolted to a local nail salon and bought the brightest red nail polish I could find.

I arrived at Jenny’s apartment. She shouted for me to come in. As I walked in, there she was in her full glory. Jenny was wearing an oversized men’s button down shirt and was sitting on the couch. Nail polish remover, cuticle trimmer, nail trimmer, cotton balls etc. were all laying on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Are you ready to give me a full pedicure, my pet?”

“Yes mistress,” I responded.

“Come over here,” she ordered. “Let me feel your cock.”

As you can imagine, I was already hard as a rock. She ordered me to begin removing her black nail polish, cut and file her nails, and soften her heels with a pummice stone.  Once I was finished, I soaked her feet in a foot massager. She looked at me and told me that her feet needed to soak for at least 20 minutes. “Well my little foot slave,” she said, “while my feet are soaking, why don’t you just strip to your underwear and begin cleaning my apartment.”

I did as she asked. I cleaned her dishes, made her bed, and vaccuumed her carpets. Once I was complete, I asked if she was ready for her pedicure. She agreed. However, I didn’t get to paint her nails in the manner I had wished. Instead, she ordered me to lay on my back and place my head by her feet. I did as she requested. “You are going to lay there and hold my bottle of red polish in your mouth while a I use your forehead as a footstool.”

I laid there while she placed 2 coats of polish and 1 layer of clear coat. After each coat, she rested both of her feet on  top of my face and watched television. All I could think about was sucking and licking her feet the entire time. Of course, those thoughts were driven by her constant comments like, “I’ll bet you can’t wait to get my beautiful peds in your mouth.” Or “You better not cum when I start stroking your cock with my toes.”  She tormented me for over an hour and a half. I was laying on my back just waiting for the command.

Finally, the moment came. She asked that I check her nails to see if they were dry. I, ever so gently, passed my lips over her polished nails and nodded in approval.

“You’ve been so good,” saying it as if I was her pet dog waiting for a treat. She asked me to go into the fridge and bring her some chocolate pudding as a snack for herself. When I arrived back into the living room, she told me to place the bowl at her feet. “Hungry?” She asked.

“Somewhat,” I responded.

She then plunged her right foot into the pudding, asked me to kneel in front of her, and she ordered me to lick the chocolate off of her foot. I must confess, I have had foot fantasies before, but none that quite ever matched what I was presently experiencing.

Jenny continued to feed me pudding until most of it was gone. She told me that I would need to tongue-bath her entire right foot until it was completely clean. I did as instructed. Once I was finished, she placed her foot in the air, flaired her toes and made sure I was finished. She looked at me with approval and ordered me to finish the task by getting on all fours and licking the bowl clean. My mistress sure knew how to degrade me to no end.

Once I was finished, she commanded me to place the bowl back to the kitchen and return before her.  I had the biggest erection ever. I stood before her, waiting for some type of acknowledgement. Instead, she was reading a magazine, and had one leg crossed over the other with her planted foot leaning against the coffee table. Without even looking at me, she asked that I step a little closer. Once I did, she began swinging her right foot so that her toes would just barely touch my pained and pulsating cock.

Again, without  looking at me, she asked if I was going to hold up a little longer than I had yesterday.

“I hope so,” I responded.

“You better hope so, or else this will be the last time we ever see one another like this again. Do you understand?”

“I do,” I responded.

She asked me to place lotion as liberally as possible all over her feet. I took the lotion and rubbed both of her feet. Once I was done, she commanded me to take my underwear off and lay down on my back again, down by her feet.

Jenny began rubbing my manhood with her feet. It was the moment I had been waiting for. She kept asking me if I was ready to cum. Every time a told her I was on the brink, she would stop rubbing, place her toes at the base of my cock, and pinch my manhood until the feeling went away. She did this for over an hour. I was so ready to explode, but she kept teasing me until she saw the pain in my face or the precum oozing from my swollen penis.

She then looked down at me and said, “Let’s do something different, shall we.” I was afraid of what was coming next. Jenny got up and began to walk on me. She reached by chest and asked, “You want some foot?”

I nodded with approval.

“Open wide.”

I opened my mouth, and she placed her beautiful foot into my mouth. She would sink her foot as deep as she could until she saw that I was going to gag. Jenny, at times, would wiggle her toes inside my throat and ask if I wanted to suck on them.  I couldn’t talk, nor nod, so I'd “hum” in approval.  She then commanded me to lick and suck each of her toes. She alternated her feet, and I was in complete heaven.  This went on for another 30 minutes.

“Are you ready to cum for me?” She asked.

I responded to her with an emphatic, “Yes!”

“Good. Do you want me to give you another footjob, or would you rather have a blow?”

The latter sounded tempting, but I am a foot man, and was standing in front of the most beautiful set of red toes I had ever seen. “I would like another foot job, Mistress.” I responded.

She answered by saying, “Good choice.”

With that, my torment was finally going to come to an end. She asked me to lather her feet up again.  She had me stand before her, and she laid down on the couch. She then began unbuttoning her shirt where she exposed her bare breasts, and to my delight showed me she wasn’t wearing panties. Jenny then began touching and carressing the tip of my penis with the big toe of her right foot while lightly stroking my ball sack with the toes on her left foot. The feeling was sensational. She obviously had done this before, and manipulated my cock in every fashion possible.

While playing with me, Jenny started stroking her breast and rubbing her clit  She continued to play with my cock in a way that gave me some reprieve from cumming, but that allowed me to stay rock hard. She was moaning and obviously enjoying her power over me. Then she told he that she was going to let me cum whenever I cried “uncle.”  It had now been over two hours of having a constant hard-on. I was so ready to cum, but wanted to withstand a little longer.

Jenny began to stroke my cock with one foot while pinching the base of my shaft with the other. The pace became increasingly faster. “All you have to say is uncle,” she whispered.

I didn’t want this feeling to end. It was pain and pleasure all rolled into one.

“You can suck my toes as soon as you cum,” she said in a seductive and evil way.

I kept holding off. I was beginning to thing I was the one in control. Jenny increased the pace, and by then I had had enough.

“Aren’t you ready to cum all over my feet and lick them clean?” She purred.

“Yes, yes, yes, I am ready.”

“Are you sure?” She asked, now turning the tables on me.

“Yes, I am sure.”

“Say it, my pet. Beg me to let you cum,” she said with a sort of pleasure.

“Mistress, I implore you, please let me cum.”

With that, she pulled her toes away from my shaft, and placed them in front of my cock. I immediately came all over her feet, and the orgasm was incredible. I spewed more cum than ever in my entire life.  I was exhausted, exhuberant and overwhelmed. My cum had covered her feet. She ordered me to my knees, and told me to lick all of the cum off of her feet. I did as requested. It was the least I could do.

I laid there and began getting dressed. She asked if I had enjoyed the experience, and I responded with a resounding, “Yes!”

I thanked her, and told her I hated to go, but needed to leave.

She replied by saying that she had some things to do herself. On my way out, she said, “If you are ever in the mood to give me a pedicure, let me know.”

“I will,” I responded. However, deep down inside, I knew it would never be the same. The games, anticipation, and the torment would never yield the same results. This was my last foot experience with Jenny. However, it is one that I will never forget.