I laid there, blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed just waiting for him. This wasn’t your typical bondage game. Chris had something specific in mind. I wore the black nighty that he loved thanks to its inability to adequately cover any one part of my body. It barely restrained my tits and the crotch always fell open to the side, giving him a perfect view of my manicured pussy. Too bad his attention would be elsewhere this evening.
At first, his fetish freaked me out. I didn’t understand it, nor did I particularly like it. But the more I relaxed and the more aroused Chris got by it, the more I enjoyed it. He always did all the work. All I had to do was make myself available to him.
The room smelled sweet. A mix of strawberries and chocolate. I wondered if he had lit a candle or if it was the overwhelming aroma of all the goodies Chris had brought with him. I heard the door open and shut. I felt his presence at the end of the bed and then his familiar touch. He gripped my ankles, tying them together using a silky fabric. His strong hands traced the lines of my feet. I bent and flexed my toes, wondering if he liked the color I’d chosen — a deep, seductive shade of red.
As his fingers traced each individual toe I struggled not to giggle. I pulled on the restraints, peeking down at him from beneath the blindfold. He removed his underwear, giving me my first glimpse at his rock-hard cock. It bounced freely in the air, curving slightly to the right. I saw droplets of precum trickling down the round, swollen head. He dropped to his knees, holding my feet tightly and inhaling and exhaling. His breath was warm on my skin and I felt my pussy growing wet.
I felt the familiar warmth of the oil on my skin. The sweet strawberry scent wafted up, enveloping my nose and senses. Chris firmly massaged my feet. His strong thumbs dug into my heels and the arch of my foot, working every muscle and tendon. I exhaled, focusing on the rhythmic, relaxing sensation of his fingers gliding across the tender skin. I let out a moan, biting my lip, and straining not to move. Chris liked it when I stayed still.
He turned his attention to my toes, focusing on each one individually. My toes slipped through his fingers beneath the warmth of the oil. He tugged on each digit and I imagined his other hand tugging on his throbbing cock. I knew how excited Chris got over my feet. One time, he’d come all over my stomach just by sucking on a single big toe. I’d nearly come that night too. My cunt swelled at the thought of it.
I heard the familiar sound of the whipped cream can and giggled in delight. The cream felt cold on my skin as he decorated the tip of each toe with a perfect mound of sweet, white cream. He started with the biggest toe, firmly sucking it into his mouth, letting his sharp teeth glide over the flesh. I gasped, yanking on the handcuffs. His tongue worked its way from one toe to the next, a mix of sticky cream and his warm saliva sliding between my toes and down my foot. He flicked each toe with the tip of his tongue, sending waves of pleasure up my thighs and into my crotch. My nipples strained against the lace fabric of my nighty. My body was electrified, yearning for Chris’s touch. My cunt throbbed at the thought of his dick, dripping with precum.
He wasn’t done yet, though. I gasped slightly as the cold chocolate syrup poured down my foot. It slid easily between my toes, creating an even bigger mess for Chris to hungrily clean up. I heard the bottle of syrup hit the floor just seconds before Chris’s firm tongue parted my toes. He grabbed my foot, shoving the entire thing into his mouth. His tongue eagerly danced across my flesh. He gagged as he struggled to get all 5 toes into his mouth at once. I giggled in delight at the sound of him choking.
I heard the familiar sound of hot, slick oil gliding across his shaft. He was stroking his cock hard and fast now, in rhythm with his tongue moving in and out of my toes. He sucked my toes feverishly, two and three at a time. He grunted, biting down on my biggest toe as his hot load splattered across the footboard. He bit down harder and I yelped in a mix of pain and excitement.
He released his grip on my foot, letting out a heavy sigh and sitting down on the floor momentarily. I peeked out from beneath the blindfold, taking in the beautiful mess Chris had made, and caught him glancing up at me with a satisfied smirk on his face.
I gripped the cold, hard can of whipped cream in my hand. The chocolate syrup was tucked under my arm. The massage oil was already in the bedroom — strawberry flavored, my favorite. If Michelle followed the directions I’d left for her, she was already waiting for me, handcuffed to the bed.
I slid open the pocket door leading to the bedroom and was delighted to see her already in position. She wore a black lace nighty that hung loosely on her thin frame. Her chest bones and ribs were clearly visible — her tiny tits like two peaches, perky and round. The nighty barely covered her crotch. I caught a glimpse of her lips as I approached the foot of the bed. But that’s not what I wanted and she knew it.
I placed my supplies on the floor beside me where the strawberry oil sat waiting. Michelle was handcuffed to the bed and I’d take care of the rest. I picked up the black silk restraint and gently tied her ankles together. I ran my hands down the tops of her feet, feeling every bone and vein along the way. My fingers trickled down to her toes which were perfectly manicured. She’d opted for a deep red polish — almost black. My cock throbbed as I traced each toe with my fingers. She wiggled slightly and I looked up at her. She was staring down at me, wiggling beneath the restraints.
I slipped off my underwear before dropping to my knees. My shaft bounced freely in the air — I was already too aroused. I leaned in, sniffing her skin. She smelled of vanilla and fresh linen. I let my nose graze against the tips of her toes, resisting the urge to taste them. Not yet.
I placed a generous amount of strawberry oil in my hand, rubbing them together to activate the heat. The fragrance filled my nose, mixing erotically with Michelle’s natural scent. I slowly rubbed the oil into the tops of her feet, my thumbs working her heel and the arch of her foot. She moaned in delight but stayed completely still.
I continued to run my strong thumb up and down the bottom of her foot, feeling every muscle and tendon. Blood rushed to my shaft and my erection grew to its maximum length. I could feel it rubbing against the inside of my thigh. I traced each one of her toes individually, pulling on them and letting the oil slip up and over the tip. I bit my lip in anticipation — I was getting hungry and eager. My balls swelled as I gently kissed each of her ten, perfectly shaped toes.
I grabbed the whipped cream first. I shook the can with one hand, stroking my cock with the other. The oil glided over my skin easily. It was warm and smooth. I squeezed the head of my dick which was throbbing now. A mix of oil and precum filled the palm of my hand. Once the whipped cream was loosened, I sprayed a tiny pile on the tips of her toes, starting with the littlest. The perfect peaks stood straight up, waiting to be devoured.
I licked my lips and slowly leaned down. The tip of my tongue lapped up the mound of cream on her biggest toe. I sucked firmly on the fat nub, tracing the cuticle and nail bed with my tongue. I heard Michelle yank on the handcuffs but her foot didn’t budge. My mouth worked its way down her toes, giving each one individual attention, sucking and flicking them playfully. I fondled my dick with long, slow strokes. My fat shaft was rock hard and I squeezed it firmly to regain control.
Once the whipped cream was cleaned up it was time for my favorite part. I grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup, holding it high above her feet. I squeezed it gently, letting a steady stream of thick brown fluid drip down onto the tops of her feet and between her toes. I felt another rush of blood flow to the tip of my cock as it twitched and pulsed. Once her feet were covered, I tossed the bottle aside, not able to resist.
I plunged my tongue between her toes, the thick sweet cream sliding in and out effortlessly. She tasted amazing. I grabbed her entire foot, shoving as many toes in my mouth as I could handle. I gagged and choked, pulling her foot from my mouth and letting strands of dark brown saliva pool on the bedspread.
I yanked on my cock vigorously, my balls aching for a release. The faster my tongue moved between her toes the faster I stroked myself. It wouldn’t be long now. I tongued and sucked her toes like a tiny cock — two and three at a time. Excitement flooded my body and came shooting out my cock like an explosion. I gagged myself on her toes as my muscles tightened and my body shook. I heard my hot load smack against the footboard. She let out tiny whimpers as my teeth dug into the tight flesh on her foot.
I released the grip on my shaft and slowly pulled her toes from my mouth with one final suck and swirl of my tongue. I looked at the mess I’d made on the bed — a mix of chocolate syrup, oil, and jizz, a pleased smile on my face.