You jump as you see someone enter the locker room. It’s one of the goth from your school. She’s actually in your English class. Her name is Rogue. You don’t know her that well. Most of the time she sits quietly in the classroom looking bored. You haven’t really talked to her much. She’s not exactly the most approachable type. On the few times that you did hear her speak, you noticed a cute southern twang in her voice.
She looks just as surprised to see you as you her.
You recover first. “Er hey - what are you doing here?” You ask her.
She still seems to be sizing you up. “Ms. Darkholme lets me use the gym for trainin my powers after school.” She answers. “I come here every night to jog a bit before headin home!”
Against your better judgment, you tease her a little bit about her lack of exercise attire. Part of you hopes it will distract her from asking the obvious question although with some deeper introspection you’d probably have to admit there was more to it than that. “In those boots? Seriously? Don’t you wear any other type of footwear?”
She looks annoyed. “Hey I like wearin boots. What’s wrong with that? More importantly…you want to explain what you are doing here? ...afterschool…In the girl’s locker room!!”
You can feel yourself start to sweat a little as you slide Jean’s sneakers behind your back. “Well I uh…”
She scowls at you. “You know what. Just save it Perv! I’m gonna let everyone know what a freak you are.”
This is not good. Even if you don’t wind up getting expelled or suspended for this, your reputation would be totally ruined. You follow after her.
“Rogue, Rogue…wait!!” You call going after her. “Couldn’t we uh keep this between us?”
“Yeah right creep!!” She says continuing her march out of the room.
Persisting you catch up to her and slide in front of her. You muster up your most puppy dog expression and look at her pleadingly. “Please…I’ll do anything.”
She pauses considering. “Anything?”
“Well…I uh mean.” You quickly add.
She starts to walk away again.
“Ok ok anything you want.”
You thought your saw the slightest of smirks on her face. “Get on your knees.” She tells you testing you out.
You drop to your knees in front of her
“Bark like a dog.”
You feel your cheeks burn red with shame. Reluctantly you imitate the sounds a dog makes. “Ruff.”
“Louder!”
“RUFF!”
You see her smile. “Ok let’s go someplace a little more private.”
15 minutes later…
Rogue leads you into her room and sits down on her bed. She makes you kneel in front of her at her feet. You watch as she unlaces her boots revealing the dark black pair of socks underneath them. You grimace uncomfortable as she extends her feet towards you. Her socks are soaked with sweat. Her feet were obviously not at their best at the moment.
The goth pauses as she notices your expression. “What? I thought you liked feet.” She scoffed.
“It’s a little more complicated than that,” You admit. “I’m attracted to Jean.”
“Are you sayin I’m not attractive?”
“N-No I…”
“Good…cause you’re gonna be my foot bitch for a bit.” She tells you. Much to your embarrassment, she lowers her socked feet onto your face and begins rubbing them around. You can feel how warm and damp her socks are. The sharp cheddar scent of her feet hits you hard causing you to squirm around in response.
Rogue laughs. “Heh heh. This definitely serves you right.” She laughs. “Maybe next time you won’t be pokin your nose were you shouldn’t.” You feel her socked toes pinch your nose teasingly. She tortures you a little bit more by rubbing her socked feet in your face and asking you to sniff them. “Take a deep breath” She encourages.
You resist doing that giving her an excuse to dominate you with her feet even further. Using her soles, she slaps your cheeks around a little. She doesn’t do this hard (at least not hard for her anyway) but it’s enough to show you who is boss. After a few more smacks, you give in and begin inhaling deeply. You cough a little in response much to the goth’s amusement. She keeps you sniffing for several minutes as she uses your face like a doormat.
As you continue to smell her feet a lot of emotions run through you. Chief among them is embarrassment. It true that you did have a little bit of a foot fetish (ok a major one) but you’re not the type that goes for just anyone’s feet. Your fetish tends to kick in for women that you have crush on and you didn’t really have a crush on Rogue. (At least not an overt one anyway. ) It’s not that Rogue wasn’t nice looking. She tended to overdo the mascara and had that weird white streak thing going with her hair but she was cute in her own unique sort of way. It’s just that she wasn’t really your type. You tend to prefer cheerleaders and star female athletes to goths. In your mind, Jean was a goddess …intelligent, beautiful, perfect. Rogue on the other hand was just…well weird. While in Jean’s case you would jump at the chance to be her footslave and let her walk all over you, with Rogue it was humiliating being at the feet of one of the social outcasts of your class. Despite that you couldn’t help but feel a little turned on as well. You always had a submissive streak inside of you and even though Rogue wasn’t your first choice to dominate you. Her commanding attitude combined with your foot fetish made it pretty tempting to submit to her. As she continued forcing you to smell her feet and using your face like a doormat, you found yourself becoming more and more obedient to her and even beginning to enjoy it a little.
Rogue seemed to notice this as well and decided to take things up a notch.
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